>> Shine the flashlight at the ceiling, too. Make sure nothing is about to fall on you.

C: “It’s like I stepped into the frickin abyss…gah!? The radio??”

You point your flashlight straight up. The beam is swallowed by darkness before it ever finds the ceiling. How tall is the room? Where the hell are you?

Your radio hisses and crackles to life.

D: “Cal? Cal are you there? I had a terrible dream….”