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The first thing he notices is the smell. A mouldy, encroaching damp, thick and cloying as it catches in his throat. It lingers there, festering in the trapped air behind his lips, seeping into his lungs. The years have not dimmed his memory; he knows it for what it is with a single breath. Rot. Decay. Corruption.
The second thing he notices is the cold. A bone-deep chill permeating the air around him that sends goose flesh erupting down his arms and a shudder running up his spine. There is a blanket wrapped tight around his body, but it does little to ease the cold. He pulls the blanket closer. It doesn’t help.
The third thing is the knock.
Or: Time Travel Fix-It #14238529435-7, but only Martin goes back.