Abi was lost. It was smokey and dark and scarey. She was having another nightmare, another about being alone in the dark, lost and confused with nowhere to go. She looked up and found a building with the door open and felt compelled to go inside, stepping into a hall. The air was quiet with the walls bare of anything but chipped plaster. "Hello?" she muttered, wondering where people were. "Clint? Is this your idea of a game?" she wandered along the corridoor.