There was something very familiar about it, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Max picked up the smell of cheap perfume, beer and urine cakes. Something in the shadows reminded him of another time, another place. "What the Hell is going on!," he screamed. "Light, I need to find a light source." Max realized that he no longer had his flashlight. He needed to compose himself, collect his thoughts. "How could this have happened," he wondered.

Then it dawned on him, look for a light switch. He looked around but it was getting darker. He was almost at total blackness. The door was gone. Max was now sweating profusely. He could feel rivers of water running down his face and his back. "I need to find a light," he remembered.

It was now pitch black. Max was crawling across the floor, trying to find a wall.