What?

_Give me a torch so I can see. Give me wings to fly free._

Oh, jeezus. Stypid brain always trying to make some goddamn _prose_ and _poetry_, even in the worst of times, such as now, when all the lights were o--

"Fuck!", I yelped suddenly, as my hands slipped on what seemed like the railing guiding me down the descending surfaces below, and my precarious, blind balance towards wherever I was going began to falter--

--and then fell forward, down what I had assumed was a staircase, my head smacking against something that had a sharp angle five times out of six. An extended yell followed me down, until finally I came to a rest upon a somewhat more comfortable place. I assumed I was sprawled upon the floor, and after spasming around, feeling for whatever might be down here, and finding only that I had landed on carpeting, I slowly got up, only to blink as what seemed to be a previously unnoticed weight upon my face disappeared, followed by a soft clink of object against carpet.

_Fuck_. Were those my glasses?