PANEL 1: Two adventurers, a man and a woman, walk down a stone corridor. (Actually, this describes all the panels; they're just shown from different angles.) WOMAN: You know what I hate about these places? The darkness. PANEL 2: WOMAN: I mean, yeah, sure, we can bring in light, but there's always the darkness in the distance where the light doesn't reach. Oh, and then there's the smell. PANEL 3: WOMAN: These places always smell like they've been used by a whole den of animals as their personal privies. I guess maybe they have. And the dampness. I hate that too. PANEL 4: WOMAN: I mean, it soaks into everything. Your clothes, your hair—why do these places always seem to be so damp? And the air tastes funny, too. I hate that. PANEL 5: WOMAN: But I think what I really hate most is the silence... MAN: Well, we certainly don't have to worry about that with you around, do we?