Where would you least like to find yourself?
Imprisoned alone in a silent dungeon
Locked in a crowded cage, standing room only
In the dock in court, accused of a crime you did not commit
On the deck of a ship as the tidal wave comes over the horizon
Trapped in the attic as the house burns below you
On the rope bridge fraying over the canyon
Lost in the forest at night, eyes staring at you through the dark