>     "Alone…"  He walked all over the tent, but was unable to find 
>the others.
>     *Stop thinking about them.  It's all for the best.  Get this 
>chart thing and send them a postcard.*
>     He sat down on one of the benches and closed his eyes.
>     *Might as well get some sleep before the next match.*
>     *Danny…  Where are you Danny?*
>     *Pat?*
>     He opened his eyes and looked around.  He was standing in the 
>middle of a dark room.
>     "Danny?"
>     "Pat?"
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Pat!  I'm over 
>here!"
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     "Pat!  Follow my voice!"
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     "Pat, where are YOU?"
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He opened his mouth again to shout out something, but stopped.
>     *She can't hear me…*
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He walked to the door and opened it.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He was in a familiar hallway.  He was in the Spencer estate.  
>His 'father' had taken him there on a trip once.  Actually, it was 
>the only trip he went on with him.  His 'father' had gone there to 
>inspect the building for something.  He didn't know at the time, but 
>it was to become one of White Umbrella's lab areas.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He walked down the hall towards the stairs.  Beside the stairs 
>the hall went on.  On the right side of the offshoot was another 
>door.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He entered the room.  There was an old typewriter and a dusty 
>storage box.  Everything else that was once in the room was gone.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He spun around and heard a groan from the other side of the 
>door.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He opened the door and saw a too familiar sight.  Without 
>thinking, he reached behind for his magnum…
>     *Shit.*
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     …he didn't have his weapons.  The monster was reaching closer.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     He kicked at the monster, knocking off it's head.
>     *Crap…*
>     Another monster walked through the door.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     Then another.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     Then another.  The next twenty seconds went by in what seemed 
>like a second.  Another zombie, then another call.  Another zombie, 
>then another call.  He backed to the rear of the room.  The whole 
>room was filled with the T-virus zombies.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     *Pat…*
>     The zombies reached forward and grabbed him.  They pulled him 
>into the center of the room, then one sunk it's mouth onto his neck. 
>  Another bit his arm.  More started biting him, and each one ripped 
>out a big chunk of meat.
>     "Danny, where are you?"
>     "Nooooo!!!!!"
>     When he looked again, he was back in the tent.
>     "You all right?"
>     He turned and saw the same person from earlier.  The one with 
>beaded hair.
>     He felt his forehead.  He was in a cold sweat.
>     "I'll be fine…"
>     "Ok…"
>     He turned and saw the guy put two pills in his mouth.  It 
>looked like Tylenol.
>     "Rough fight?" he said, motioning to the bottle in the guys 
>hand.
>     "Kinda…"
>     The guy beside him started talking to himself.  For the first 
>time, he noticed that the guy had a bandage wrapped around his 
>chest, and he was holding one section of it, just about his pectoral 
>on the right side.  It looked like blood had stained the bandage.
>     "You all right?"
>     "Ya, just a little scratch…"  He then started mumbling again.
>     "Ok…"
>     He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.  He looked 
>at the person beside him and saw that he had put his head between 
>his legs and was still talking to himself.
>     *Fine with me.  I know enough people in this town already.*
>     He sat back again and closed his eyes, but tried to stay awake.