Ben turned to the side, quick breaths, sweat gushing down his bruised forehead and neck like a violent stream of lava. His legs numbed, the ground opened wide, he was falling, leaving; his short lived time was almost up. The forgotten secrets and only if he had known a little earlier, it would have been a different story. This lucid event was bound to happen; it was a simple mission that went terribly wrong, or did it?