The walls of the small room were stained pale yellow by the oily activity of hundreds of small engines all churning and revving inside.

This abyss was a monstrous, scorching-hot ghoulscape. The sky was brilliantly illuminated by the blinding sunbeams, and from within the walls of the hellish tunnel the muffled sound of splintering wood and broken chains could be heard miles away over the horizon.

Blood was still coming out of the endless hole in the roof of the whizzing-gig, and dried blood still came flapping down my gullet, dripping and splashing onto the silk screen of the hellish tunnel.