Tristan whimpers and closes his eyes, shaking his head and pressing his wrist of the hand holding his gun to his temple as unwanted thoughts and memories of half remembered nightmares flood his mind, swarms of insects engulfing him just before he wakes with a start. He opens his eyes and continues on into the seemingly endless darkness, despair starting to set in as the nightmarish thoughts plague his mind and make him paranoid, looking around rapidly and leading on with his gun, holding the electric torch high.