He turned a fraction to the right and was immediately sliding down a chute into a cold, underground cavern with glow-in-the-dark skeletons embedded in the walls. He reached out to touch the collage of glowing bones and as his fingers made contact with the webs of hair and teeth and bones that seemed to be laughing at him, he felt a hardcore pain split the insides of his tormented soul and he wondered if maybe this wasn't just a wrong turn, an errant off-ramp space whose premonition of death was really nothing more than going back to the place of his birth. He quickly readjusted his head set and there was Ms. A, Cyn's undercover avatar leading him back through Prague-23.