On a stormy cold autumn night, you are driving back from an exciting evening at your friends house. You’re travelling down a road you don’t really remember, after having one too many beers you just assume you are tired and exhausted and carry on driving, you must recognize something sooner or later.
Lightning strikes above your head and forks down to the trees ahead of you. Your slow reflexes push down on the breaks, but not in time, you collide with the falling tree… and … you pass out.
Opening your eyes, you crawl out of the wreckage, head throbbing with pain. To the left of you is a tunnel, you can just about see a light at the end. You walk down the tunnel, but are abruptly stopped by a cave in. You’re trapped. No signal. No light. And in pain.
The only exit you can see from the crash site is a small cave like opening with a sign reading ‘Chartham Asylum’
There has to be a phone there.