The sharp smell of damp earth hit your nostrils. Your head was splitting, as if it had been smashed with a hammer. Darkness. Panic dug its claws into your throat. The last thing you remember is a sharp blow, Keegan's scream...

Suddenly, something heavy pressed down on your chest. You instinctively tried to push the weight away, but your hands wouldn't obey, as if they were shackled. You felt something rough, familiar... it was Keegan's mask! His head was lying on your chest. You tried to call out to him, but only a wheeze escaped your throat.

You ran your hands over the rough walls... wood. Fragments of memories flashed through your head. Your mission... An ambush... You were surrounded.

"Keegan! Keegan, wake up!" you wheezed again, feeling despair rolling in. If he doesn't wake up... Suddenly Keegan moved.