<strong>Kevin, in the passageway.</strong><br/><br/>Held his breath for the first few seconds heading down the tunnel.  He closed his eyes, so he wouldn't have to see just how close the walls were to him.  Holding his hand on the side, he felt down a few steps, growing dizzy before his oxygen ran out.  A feeble, "Fuck..." escaped his lips, turning purple.  His pupils dialated and his hands shook.  He knew what was happening.  He was going into shock before making it to the room.  He twitched, sending his head into the wall beside him forcefully.  He heard panicked screams all around him, voices that he knew, begging for help.  He heard gurgling, vomiting.  He could smell ocean water, and piss and vomit and urine... and diesel smoke.<br/><br/>He choked down the bile building up in his stomach, stumbling down the last few stairs in order to make.  Tears filled his eyes, not from fear, or anger, but from a delirious state of mind where he had no control.<br/><br/><strong>Kevin, in the room with Bryce and Adele.</strong><br/><br/>Kevin stared at Bryce with disbelief, eyes wide open and still full of tears.  During his short travel down the stairs, he had forgotten about this damned house, the killer spirits, the dead man upstairs, and his mission.  Then his breath hit him, sending him into convulsions.  He collapsed against a nearby wall, shaking near uncontrollably.  He locked his head between his knees, forcing himself to breath properly.  Another meek, "Fuck!" came to his lips, almost voiceless but still holding a sharp edge.  He gathered his bearings to a degree, simply stating, "I'm glad you're okay Bryce."