I awake in darkness.  Cold, wet, naked and alone, I do my best to find my way to some light, but I wander for what seems like hours with no result.  The rock of the wall that I've been following crumbles wetly beneath my fingers as I slump against it and slide to the floor.  My companions are either dead or have run off over the course of our journey, and now it has become mine alone.  I feel my own fingers cold against my forehead and realize that I have begun to sob quietly, but I notice it distantly, as though merely a passenger in my body.  I think back to the beginning, to Calliope, to the start of the journey, to omens and talismans.