Robert turned a corner in the garden. Ahead of him lay a path as far as the eye could see, right to the horizon. On either side of the path lay rectangular manicured bushes. Waist high, a literal wall of green. Wooden frames at at regular intervals, intertwined with vines who’s leaves hung down over the walkway. Together they creates a tunnel through which there was only one direction, forwards. A fountain lay about twenty metres ahead, from this distance he could tell it was identical to the one he walked past fives minutes ago. Identical to the two he’d seen before that too.

Still, he started on. He’d been stuck in this garden an hour or two now, but the only thing he could think to do would be to carry on. He had no idea how he’d got here, he just came into consciousness, already standing, in a tunnel just like this one. It was almost like he came into existence already walking this path. He felt the panic welling up in him but tried to push it down, that wasn’t going to help him. He deliberately kept his pace measured as he continued walking towards the fountain.

As he reached it he could see a smeared red hand print on the edge. Was that blood? The water was a deep red, as if someone had lost a lot of blood leaning over this pool. A small involuntary whimper left his mouth. He took a few deeps breaths as he stood staring at the red abyss in front of him. What did this mean, what was going on?

He started to jog, past the pool, down the tunnel, along the endless rows of manicured bush walls. He needed to get out of here, now.