Trey followed Red through the dank tunnels. They were smooth concrete from what little Trey could see. Red held a light just bright enough to show the path a few feet ahead. His head spun with disconnected thoughts, but every time he tried to sort them out his feet got clumsy and he'd stumble. Red would look back at him and roll her eyes. He didn't know if she was angry or if it was her way of showing pity. Either way he didn't like it. He put his confusion aside and concentrated on ...