Snippet #2137771

His breath was heavy, shallow and labored as his eyes struggled to see in the abyss that seemed to creep closer. A voice, soft and filmier called Alan's name, the fear was distinct in Hazel's voice. "I-I am fine Miss," He huffed another labored breath into the stale air.

Knelt on his knees the room begins to stable, no longer lurching every which way like a mirror maze. Palms firm on the cold stained stone Alan brought himself to an upright position, cautious to his surroundings. Eyes scanned the thick darkness despite to spot his unexpected companion.

"Miss are you okay? Miss Edgar?" Alan questioned her with compassion deep within his voice.
The doctor spotted Hazel's elegantly patterned dress in the hazy hues of the shadows that hung like thick fog.
Warily Alan placed his rather large hand on Hazel's shoulder, grip tightening as he looked at her face. "I apologize, are you harmed?"