>

>

> [AUDIO DESCRIPTION: FAINT HYPERVENTILATING, PUNCTUATED BY INTERMITTENT SOBS]

>

>

>

>

> I

> I GOT IT OPEN.

> I TOOK THE SHOVEL. I PRIED OPEN THE SHUTTER.

> BUT ON THE OTHER SIDE WAS JUST ANOTHER ROOM, EXACTLY THE SAME AS THIS ONE.

>

> I ENTERED THE ROOM. I LOOKED AROUND. I FOUND THIS IN THE FIRST ROOM- M- MAYBE THERE WAS

> [AUDIO DESCRIPTION: A SHARP BREATH]

> MAYBE THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE IN THERE. SOMETHING THAT COULD HELP ME

> THE GRINDING WAS EVEN LOUDER.

> AND...

>

> [AUDIO DESCRIPTION: FAINT RUSTLING]

> THERE WAS A PICTURE THERE.

> A MAP.

>

>

> THIS PLACE... APPARENTLY IT-

>

> IT GOES ON FOR SIX HUNDRED MILES.

> I TRIED TO GET THROUGH THE WALL. I RAMMED THE SHOVEL INTO IT. OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

> AND FINALLY, A HOLE APPEARED.

>

>

>

> THERE'S NOTHING THERE.

> IT'S JUST A PITCH-BLACK VOID.

>

> I'M GOING TO DIE HERE.

>

>

> [AUDIO DESCRIPTION: RUSTLING]

>

>

>

> NO.

> NO- I- I GOT HERE SOMEHOW. I CAN GET OUT.

> I'M GOING TO FIND ANOTHER WAY OUT.

>

> AFTER ALL, I DON'T REALLY HAVE A CHOICE.

>

> ...END LOG.