A boy finds himself in a dark metal elevator with the sounds of chains and pulleys around him. The smell of burnt oil, combined with the motion of the elevator, nauseates him. He has no recollection of how he came to be in the elevator, but knows that his name is Thomas. In fact, his name is the only thing he can remember about his life. He has memories and knowledge of places and things, but cannot recognize how he relates to the people, places and images. He tries desperately to understand his predicament but cannot recall how he ended up here. However, Thomas’s fear is eventually replaced by curiosity. What is going on? After what seems like half an hour, the elevator stops. Thomas cries out for help, but no one responds. Finally, the room begins to open from above and Thomas can hear voices. The light hurts his eyes, so he looks away, but after a time, his eyes adjust and he notices that a group of boys are staring down at him. One of the teenagers lowers a rope and, after a moment’s hesitation, Thomas grabs on and is slowly pulled up. When he reaches the top, someone speaks to him directly, saying “Nice to meet ya, shank…Welcome to