The bite of the hound still wet on your flesh, you press forward. Sometimes, when you look in front of you, it seems as though nothing’s there. The void stretches endlessly, pushed forward by cave after cave. The sounds of flipped pages bounce off the frozen walls, until even they cease to register. Your mind fills with rage, and you shout wordless nonsense. There is no logic – no structure – in this ghastly place. Why should you be any different?

Music Credit: Until the Next Time (End Title) – John Harrison, The Dead Zone, Opening Title – Michael Kamen