I can hear them trying to coax me to go back. I can feel the dark shadows' fingers reaching, trying to grab me, to pull me back into the dark pit.

They're angry, because they had pulled me into the dark pit and tied me down with the slimy vines and the pokey tree trunks to make sure I wouldn't be able to escape, but I did. I got away.

I freed myself, then ran as far as I could towards the light.

I got away. And now they're trying to form a plan to get me back.