The page reset to the standard "Folder Not Found" screen. The gray drawing of a broken folder icon stared back at him mockingly.
He pressed play.
The sound of rushing water was immediate. Not a river, but a vertical drop, a torrent of liquid plunging into a deep abyss. The pressure in his ears popped. He swallowed to equalize. The soundscape changed. The water faded, replaced by a rhythmic, mechanical thumping. Thump. Thump. Thump.