The damp air clung to my clothes as I shuffled through the dark. The crunching underfoot, undermined my feeling of security. Whispers of wind, caressed my face, as I walked closer to the edge of the stairway. As the cold reached my legs, I could feel the hairs rising on my neck. In the distance a flickering faint light drew my attention, I walked to it, feeling uncomfortable yet drawn to the light. I walked more surefooted as my need to reach the light became more urgent. At last I reached the goal and the gentle running of water could be heard inside, Feeling for the entrance I grasped the handle and pushed it, applying more pressure to open the door, it moved. Suddenly surrounded, and bathed in white light I relaxed, and breathed easy, I had found the toilet...