Elyk looked about himself. He had no idea what he was going to do. His switchblade was gone. He could not cut himself out. He mulled over his options. It seemed to him he had two choices. One, he could attempt to climb back up Felicin's throat and escape out her mouth, or two, he could stay here and die. He looked about for anything that could help him, anything that could be of use. He felt around himself. There had to be something, something he had overlooked. There was. He felt it almost instantly. It was another exit. He wondered where it went, almost instantly he knew the answer. Here was option three, and frankly it was probably his best bet. "Man," he groaned, "I am gonna need a shower when this is over..." reluctantly he began to crawl through the hole and towards freedom. He crawled for what seemed like hours. He hated where he was. It was the smell mostly, he felt it alone would kill him. "Why couldn't I have just held my fucking tounge..." he groaned quetly. He continued the crawl until the tunnel seemed to widen a bit. I must have hit the large intestines, he thought. Feces smeared all over his face and body, some in his hair too, the thought of it all made him want to vomit...