The long, shadowed hall stretched to blackness before him, the faint light of green-fire lanterns on either wall swallowed by the darkness. Felix couldn't remember how long he had been half-running, half-stumbling, down this endless hall, but it felt like hours. Something flickered ahead of him, something just out of reach... but behind him there was dread and a creeping cold, and the deep endless sound of water rushing, rushing, always a little louder but never quite close.

He gasped as he tripped over his own feet -- bare, he saw, somehow, beneath the tatters of denim trousers he didn't remember owning, let alone wearing. Felix clutched at the thin shirt he wore, colorless in the sickly green light, and dirty... a secret worn on the outside, horrifying to him, unintelligible to anyone else.

A heavy step sounded behind him, and Felix jerked upright, turning toward the sound of footsteps and water with wide eyes and a haunted, hunted expression.