It's completely dark. You fumble around on your hands and knees, nothing but big leaves and thick vines, all the way to the wall you just came through. You poke your head back outside, but you're overcome with fear, like something is out there waiting for you. You duck back in quickly and turn to sit with your back bunched up against the wall, arms around your legs. You let your head drop forward, knees in your eye sockets. The dull thrum behind your left eye is still there. With your eyes closed, it's easy to notice the green haze overwhelming your vision. You could pull the lighter out of your pocket, but you're too scared of what you'll find, and too tired anyway. You let yourself fall, over, still, curled up, and to sleep.