Sniffer my dog had vanished.

Another thing appeared shouting: "This way my friend. Follow the instructions carefully." By now I felt half insane. I sweated profusely, and was utterly mesmerized and uncertain wether I had a dream or if I really played cards in the Insane Asylum's Basement last night with my girl friend. Common.

"Common!" said the thing, which by now had transformed into a creepy clown. I knew it was not Halloween, but in any case, what could I do?

Then my dog Sniffer appeared. This was insane, because I knew he passed away many years ago. We had a very good relationship. I knew I could trust him, so I followed my friend to see what comes next.

I stumbled alone for a while through the endless corridor. Sniffer my dog had vanished. Also in real life - gone missing - never found. He always accompanied me on Investigative Journalism Tasks I took upon myself. Maybe now I get some answer from this surreal setting.