Now, several hours have passed, the sun now setting over the horizon. Yet still, Daniel laid square on the floor, having not budged a single inch. The same questions flowed through his mind, still without answers despite his long period of contemplation. Perhaps, he was asking the wrong questions, perhaps even to the wrong person. Clasping his forehead, he groaned, frustrated by the endless enigmas circling within his mind. ‘Elliot.......Tanner.......Could he?...No, could Elliot....be Tanner?!’ A smile leapt onto Daniels face, excitement coursing through his nerves as he sprung up, confidently resting his hand on the doorknob, ready to greet his old friend. However, his excitement soon faded into misery. His hand shook with a mixture of fear and sorrow, unable to bring himself to open the door, ‘<i>Tanner is dead, you twat!! </i>But...what if he escaped? He must've escaped!<i>He is dead!!! You saw him die before your very eyes!!! </i>No.....no.... it's not true! You're lying! You must be!’ Tears dripped from Daniels eyes as the argument raged within his mind, his legs shaking with fear. ‘No...no....No!!! You're...you're lying....you're lying!<i>He's dead, just accept it! </i>No, no, no....’ Daniel's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, letting out tears he tried so hard to hold back.