Lost.

I am following Miner #2 through the darkness. The only thing visible are the glint off the wet walls of the tunnel, refracted from the light of his candle. We pass through a multitude of intersections, seemingly choosing direction at random. He assures me he knows where he's going. We both know he's lying. I have no better sense of direction down here in the darkness. This must be how explorers felt, their ship adrift at night with out the stars as a guide, moving with the currents, waiting for the dawn to break.