*somewhere deep deep inside the Earth... where the mice dont dare to enter and droplets echo throughout the system... The night closes in on a single subject and swallows him whole.. his screams are muffled and stale... he is alone...somewhere nearby, a drill is heard and the clinks of picks clashing against rock echo... a song is heard barely and seeps its way through the system..* "Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner's blues. Some blues are just blues, mine are the miner's blues. My troubles are coming by threes and by twos. Blues and more blues, it's that coal black blues. Blues and more blues, it's that coal black blues. Got coal in my hair, got coal in my shoes. These blues are so blue, they are the coal black blues. These blues are so blue, they are the coal black blues. For my place will cave in, and my life I will lose. You say they are blues, these old miner's blues. You say they are blues, these old miner's blues. Now I must have sharpened these picks that I use. I'm out with these blues, dirty coal black blues. I'm out with these blues, dirty coal black blues. We'll lay off tomorrow with the coal miner's blues." *the figure sits up and looks around in the dim lighting... lanterns and torches light the area dimly but barely visible...a large bandage wrapped around his chest glows faintly in the lighting*