Panic was fast overtaking Emma, the wall seemed never ending, although she'd been absolutely sure there were doors in it, and finding one would have been a relief. The growly noise had the rustling and chittering freezing for a second, it didn't reassure Emma any either. A whimper was barely audible above the sound of the rats, and she was crying now, unable to think straight, she was suddenly convinced she was going to be eaten alive in this horrible blackness, unless she could find the door.