John tossed in his sleep, dreaming he was trapped underground in a maze of dark passages. The sound of terrible screaming carried faintly down the rocky passageways. It frightened him, but at the same time he felt compelled to try and help the person who was suffering. He went through door after door, utterly lost and directionless, but he never seemed to get any closer to the source.
When he woke up, it was dark outside. He didn’t know where he was, and then the previous night came back to him. He remembered coming up here with Amy and then kissing her, and then he remembered the screams that had sounded in his head. Their effect had been so powerful and terrible that his knees had buckled as they dragged him toward a black dungeon of unconsciousness.
He had been aware of Amy climbing
