Sam was looking for him? So that really was Sam in his dream. How? God, he prayed and hoped he stopped looking. It wasn't wise, it wasn't a good move and once one entered here, there was no escape. He knew that first hand. He had tried and tried for years. At a certain point, the truth was made clear. He would never leave. And anyone who tried to follow him would die down here,

With a pain hissed, he stayed in his prone position and closed his eyes. "I think I don't need rescuing. I'm where I belong. I won't leave. I'm your good boy."