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1995-03-06
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Hank was roaring down a dark
country road when his car
broke down. At that instant,
the clouds decided to let
loose their burden of rain.
The blackness was of pitch,
but in the glare of his head-
lights Hank was able to see a
house about a block away. Hav-
ing not much of a choice, he
trotted over, hoping for
assistance.
After pounding the door un-
til his knuckles were raw,
recieving no answer, Hank
started back to his car. Once
he turned around, however, he
heard the door open behind
him. Hank spun around on his
heel to stand face to face
with a small robed figure.
He jumped back in surprise,
but the figure did nothing.
"Uh... He-Hello?"
No reply.
"My car broke down about a
block back in that direction."
He gestured. "Can I use your
phone?"
Again, no reply.
"I mean, I -- I need some
help, here."
The figure pointed at him.
Suddenly Hank felt strange.
His head started spinning and
he collapsed.
When he awoke, Hank found
himself in the middle of a
field, with nothing anywhere
in sight except for large
structures, somewhat resembl-
ing the climbing sets in a
playground. Hank knew not
what else to do, so he grabbed
a rope and began to climb.
Maybe somewhere up here is the
way out of this hellish place.
There has to be a way out.
. . .hasn't there?