Dim light graces your ocular cavities for what feels like the first time in years. Wiping the crust from the corners of your eyes, you allow them to adjust. You have been asleep on the strange cargo for some time. You begin to chuckle to yourself as you realise you must have been dreaming. Your only concern is the crick in your back from being contorted amongst the pile of steel. As you clasp the latch of the door, you shrug at the camera and a laughtrack floods the air. Cold steel creeps up your leg, dragging you into the tangled mess of chain.