Everything was dark as Crask slowly regained consciousness, his memories were blurred and for the current time he could remember little. He tried to reach around for some indication of his whereabouts, but his every motion was stifled by...something, he wasn't sure what. He had been swallowed alive, yes he remembered that much, maybe he was still in a stomach, that would explain the warmth and his entrapment in such a confined space. He tried to push around him but his arms felt clumsy and weak, and there was something else....something he didn't recognise...