Afterthoughts

Who:Nix
Where:Still Unknown
When:Aproximately Now
Nix woke with a start.
He had been having a horrid dream. In it, he was dreaming about goats
and then of waking in utter darkness, only to knock his head against
an unknown substance and immediately fall unconscious.
He looked about him at the utter darkness. "Ahhh, Smeg."
He decided to try a different tactic of exploration than last time. He
rolled onto his stomach and began to crawl forward.
"I swear to Fenrir. If I live through this, I'll never drink again.
Seriously."
Nix continued his progress unimpeded. After travelling like this for
approximately 15 minutes he had a revalation.
"I'm an idiot. I smoke. And what do smokers usually have on their
person? That's right, Bert. A freakin' incendiary device of some sort,
aka: a lighter."
He fished about the multitude of pockets in his trench. "Hmmm... Warm
stick of butter.... shrunken head.... tube of spackle..." and finally
pulled out the antique "Zippo" passed down by his father. He flicked
it open and ignited the flame.
"Well, I guess it's fairly obvious." He said as he examined his shiny
surroundings. "I'm in some sort of duct or something. Lovely." The
shaft stretched on into blackness. As Nix tried to decide if he should
continue in the direction he was headed, since that was the direction
his drunken Hyde had pointed him, his gaze landed on the flame before
his face. In his head he could hear his father's screams as his ship
smashed into the last remaining Starbuck's, even though the
transmissions of that flight were, for some reason, highly classified.
As he lost himself in the most hideous thoughts of death by
immolation, the floor beneath him began to creak.
Nix snapped out of his head. "Holyyyy sh...."
And he plunged into retina-searing light.
<OOC: Hope to JP with someone, if not, I will continue>