***POCONO MOUNTAINS, MAY 20, 1987*** *You crawl out from what's left of the passenger side window and try to orient yourself with everything around you spinning around like an amusement park ride gone wrong. Struggling to stay upright, you prop against a tree for support and take stock of your surroundings: Pocono forests pressing in tightly on either side with no road or civilisation in sight.* *Following a barely visible trail path, you navigate through thicketed undergrowth until a moonlit clearing sends chills down your spine as you see a building up in the distance, a sawmill perhaps?*