He had done it.
He had let go of his way back.
Finding the rope again would prove to be almost impossible.
The subtle sensation of touching a rope could barely be felt under the endless assault of torture.
Nick took controlled and deliberate steps forward, trusting his feeling of balance more than his sight.
This was the only way he could hope to find the rope again.
He only needed to retread his steps, but that was easier said than done.
If his angle changed in any way, he might completely miss the rope on his way back.
In fact, relying on that method was idiotic.
The chances of success were minuscule.
Nick might as well just randomly run into the darkness.
And he knew that.
He knew all of this.
But he still did it.
He took a risk.
The biggest risk a human could take.
