The blackness unfolded away from us, and the electrodes gently floated off our heads. I opened my mouth to take a breath, but nothing came, I was suffocating in this mellow green void. There was no way out. Everybody who survived the collapse of the mansion floated around me, gasping for air that wasn't there. We were all going to die and there was no way around it, maybe we are already dead and this is hell. As if this place was any less of a hell than the one we had just left. All of a sudden a balding man careened into me and grabbed my duffelbag. He was wearing a mask and I could see his chest rising as a sure sign of respiration; He was breathing. He grabbed a mask from my duffelbag and handed it to me. By this time my head was pounding and my eyes were starting to close so I placed the mask over my face and pulled the strap around my head. It was amazing how breathing felt afterwards an eternity without. All together there were eight of us careening through infinity, on the jumbled mess of mahogany and metal that once was a mansion.