The sound of dripping water enters my consciousness, and I crawl forward in the dark towards its tap tap tap. My hands reach the edge of the ice-cold water and cup some, and bring it to my nose. It smells cold and fresh, so splash it eagerly on my face. So suddenly thirsty, I pour some in my mouth before second-guessing it. It is so refreshing, I drink and drink until I feel almost human again. Reaching into my pockets, I feel my iPod within. From its cracked screen, a cold, dull glow shines forth. The light it emits is pitiful to be used as a flashlight, but I’m grateful to be able to see again. My wounds on my ear and arm don’t seem to be bleeding anymore. I wonder how long I’ve been unconscious for. The pain of my cuts and bruises no longer consumes my every thought, and I move forward to explore the cave, kicking off my lone shoe and moving around in socks. Moving by the faint glow of my iPod, my hands on the side of the tunnel, I finally come to a wooden door latched and locked with an old combination padlock. There is an eerie poem scratched into the wall next to the door that I can just make out with the light of my iPod.
