Bleary eyed, he stirred from troubled sleep. The room was dark. Blindly his hands searched, but found only the floor, cold and hard beneath him.
Where was he? He struggled to think, his mind seemed sluggish, he could only recall his disjointed and violent nightmare.
Trying to call, his words choked and died before they made it out into the stagnant air, a thick odour of damp assailed him.
He heard footsteps, but couldn’t discern their direction. A locked turned heavily.
Light appeared at the other end as a door was opened. He recoiled at the figure coming through it.