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is a light at the end, and I want to get to

it, but the closer I get and the faster I

run, the farther away I seem to be. The

air is getting warmer, stifling hot, and I

can't breathe. I try to stop for a rest, to

get some movement back into my legs, but

I'm suddenly rooted to the spot. Large

hands reach in from above me and pick

me up effortlessly. I realize I'm being

lifted from a box. Why am I in a box? I