“You scared, Daniel?”

You scared? How many times have you said that to me, Tozer? Hundreds.

But this time, it's different. We’re not at school. He isn’t towering over me in some distant
corner of the school grounds asking, “You scared, Weirdo?” He hasn’t got
me in a headlock with one of his powerful hands wrenching my arm up...

No. We’re here trapped under the ground with no way out...