There is a child. Calling out for help. He’s not sure what it is he needs to be saved from… its something in the darkness just beyond his grasp. Something not entirely tangible, but he knows that he needs to get away. The darkness presses in all around him. The pressure of the unknown is almost too much to bear. He feels lost and alone. He curls into himself and breathes in his own familiar scent. Tears sting his eyes and the lump in his throat is becoming painful. He croaks out a last, desperate plea and is silent. A chill runs up his spine and he looks around in the darkness trying to find his abstract enemy but sight is useless in the gloom. The sound of his heart beating becomes louder as imaginary forms flicker around him, dancing to its primal beat.