Giff began walking at a quicker pace, the cold had obviously not seeped down underground, he must have been several metres deep. Which made him Quite nervious. He continued walking, the christmas lights began to burn his eyes, they blurrred into a curved track as he continued to pace down the hall. Then he began to trot, there was something up ahead.

Gif hesitated

and began to think to himself

But he decided he was sick of this and really had nothing to lose, so he continued walking.