Cold, dark, soaked. many other feelings rushed around my body but those three stood out. There is a cold dark sensation rushing over me. I am scared not for myself but for the others. They had no idea. I tried to reach out, to tell them but it is useless. I was clearly a figment of my own imagination. The frustration pulsed through me, I was annoyed but at no-one just annoyed. I screamed and screamed but no sound or movement occurred. I was simply not there, but it was. Although they ran quickly they did not make enough progress.