I thought, perhaps, I would hear the sound of shovels or jackhammers soon, or some yelling or pounding from the outside. I thought Carl would do everything in his power to rescue me. At first, I waited with faith. Hours passed, a day (or a night), and I became irritated. Would I starve waiting for him?

"The earth has swallowed me, and now it's going to digest me!" I became a feeling of primal terror tumbling through space, no up or down, left or right, and most definitely no way out.  Nightmare. Annihilation. Hell.