"I'm lost in this paranoia. I have ended up cutting off an escape route. How sad. Prostrate and completely empty in this abyss, full of paranoia."

His mind wanders between those thoughts, totally absorbed in them, as he lies on the floor of that desolate place, without any escape.

Cross looks for it, and now he deeply regrets what he did. Will he stay there forever? Maybe it's fair, maybe he deserves it.

He slowly closed his eyes, wondering if he gonna see another living being again.