Fearing your only hope for freedom might lie in the reeking mire at your feet, you take a deep breath and dive into the center. It is much deeper than you had at first imagined, and twice as difficult to swim through as water. Unidentifiable debris slithers past your cheeks as you swim, feeling along the roof of the underground canal, which at no time allows for even pockets of air.

Having made many turns under the slime-water and being unsure of your bearings, you decide to try to open your eyes and see if at least you may find your way BACK to where you came. The sludge quickly stings your eyes, and you shut them, for all you could see was inky black darkness anyway.

Panic sets in. You wildly thrash in the muck which uses up the remainder of your air in a futile attempt to get back to where you came from.

You are lost, your lungs are bursting, and you feel the filth rush into your airways, drowning you in the worst possible way you could've ever imagined.