Tossed and scrambled in a cage some sixteen miles below. I attempted sending

codes, but only ghosts reply, and it's cramped in here. Though the

freezer's packed with a hundred crates of beer, it won't wash away my

tears, my fear. Considered writing novels. I thought hard about this

career, solved a dozen famous mysteries, but still I can't be clear if

there is anybody up there, perhaps it's been a year. Is there still

anybody up there? No fear. Is there anybody up there, was you ever

there at all?