In the veritable pitch black darkness, of the hellish hole of despair I find myself deep down at the bottom of, the arms of my loved ones outstretched, their pleas fall on deaf ears. I am effectively all alone.
Seeing nothing including my hands, I look up and spy the slightest glimmer of light obscuring my nearest and dearest, but it is there.
Hope, perhaps.
I can however feel my fingers, so thrusting them into the mudded wall I take a deep breath, and prepare for the long haul up and out.