The tunnel was dark and damp. As I rested my hand on the side, I could feel a cool damp slime. "How long is this tunnel, anyways?" I asked Jason, our guide. "It runs across the sea of thoughts, about five hundred miles." Oh, great, I thought. A pitch black, slimy, damp, cold, hard as rock tunnel that goes five hundred miles under a sea the size of an ocean! "Look on the bright side," said Kacey, my best friend since 2nd grade, "After five hundred miles of pitch black slimy rock, we have to eventually reach the light at the end of the tunnel." That might have made me feel better, if it wasn't for what Jason had said next. "Actually, we've sorta had to, um, remove the light at the end of the tunnel, um, yeah." I stopped "What?? Why??" I said, starting to raise my voice. "Budget cuts." Jason