INNER SPACE. SKETCHY. DARKNESS NOT SO DARK.

There is still fog in the darkness, only Champiñongo’s voice is heard repeating

SURE

SURE

SURE

Darkness yields, there are stone walls, a staircase, low light, the ground is dirt and rocks. Champiñongo is awakening. They are still thinking.

CHAMPIÑONGO (thinking): I AM BEING DRAGGED.

IT SMELLS MUSTY.

MMMM.

Champiñongo hears two distinct voices, from opposite sides of the room. The first voice is coarse, the second is high-pitched.

COARSE VOICE: ARE YOU SURE?

CHAMPIÑONGO (thinking): I AM IN A DUNGEON.

HIGH-PITCHED VOICE: YES… I WANT THEM CHAINED.

CHAMPIÑONGO (thinking): DAMN.