I remember being cold, hearing the footsteps behind me and running as fast as I could until everything went black. Slowly, carefully I listened and heard scraping sounds outside the wall or door next to me. Without breathing any heavier, I open my eyes. A closet. Great, this is how I am going out. In a closet with an unknown person sharpening something on the other side. This place is down in the maintenance floors where there is so much humidity and the smell of oil permeates so fully the locals cannot tell what the smell is anymore. But I can. I know exactly where I am.