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"That wasn't really nice of y-" Dem broke off as on the screen, John Constantine flicked his cigarettelighter and set Luke on fire."Um," Dem said as Luke flailed his tentacles in agony. "Oh, buggerit."Dem scowled and vanished."..." said Neo."..." said Eddie."..." said not-Tim.**Group C: Griffin, Kevin, Scott, Julian, Donnie, RonPitch black. Futile blinking made nothing brighter and did not give him the security to stand. Julian feltat the floor on which he lay. Carpet. Searching fingers went further and paused as they touched flesh;moving cautiously along it; an arm, a sleeve...One of the others. Julian withdrew his hand and stared in the darkness, unseeing, listening to the softsound of breathing."Hello?" he asked cautiously.He got on his knees, hands feeling out in the dark for obstructions, and slowly began to crawl away in arandom direction; felt someone else lying in his path and hesitated, considered waking them; thenbelayed the thought. There was no point in all of them fumbling in the dark-An obstruction, wide and high before him as he spread his hands over its surface, feeling-A handle. He grasped eagerly at it, feeling it give under his grip. A door. Hanging on, he rose carefullyto his feet, pulled the door open--into more blackness.The first panic started to claw at his heart. Julian looked back at the room, out the door, straining hiseyes to no avail, and in a sudden fearful moment wondered if he had gone blind.His grip tightened on the door handle, pulse speeding up, craning his ears for a sound – any sound –other than the breathing of his floormates.Julian rubbed his eyes with his free hand, blinking, a sudden desperation to see rising in him...He bent his head, closed his eyes, tried to steady his breathing. Don't panic, he told himself.He raised his head and took wary steps out the door, moving his hands along to feel the way. Both metwalls; a narrow passageway-"Hello, Dr. Mercer."He whipped his head towards the direction of the voice, his breaths coming fast once more as backedagainst the wall."Who's there?" he asked."It's David," the voice replied, though it seemed to lack Griffin's usual confidence."Can you see?""What do you mean?"The voice was closer now. Julian pressed himself further against the wall. "Where are we?""Why is that important?"