A tingling presence in the back of my head. Nagging at me. Like when there’s something you can’t quite remember. Then a loud rumbling sound. Shaking my bones and the harsh floor around me. Any grey fills my vision, consuming me until there is only dark. A noise like a cymbal pierces the deafening quiet like a harpoon swirling through the water. Sweat trickles down my forehead, moistening my dry hair. A shiver runs down my spine.