Minho didn't panic as the memories drained from his consciousness. He didn't yell or scream when the world clanked and moved.

Slowly, keeping his hands on the wall to steady himself, he stood up, then slowly walked around the perimeter of the ascending box.

He found nothing but crates and boxes. His mind growing emptier and darker, he still refused to panic. He moved the tallest crate to the center.

Carefully keeping his balance, he climbed atop the crate and reached for the ceiling. More cold, hard metal. But a crease ran down its middle.

He tried, straining every muscle, to pull the two sides apart. Nothing. He jumped down and kept searching for a way out.

Searching.