it no longer looked like home

i was caught in the middle of a railroad track (thunder) i looked 'round, and i knew there was no turning back (thunder)

i really, really looked but it's not there.

he twisted his legs around a fence-chain and leaned down again. the cellar was flooded with a yellow light, and the air reeked with the stench of petroleum torches. the iron door still held, but a whole plate of metal was gone, and now as they looked a figure came creeping through, holding a torch.

the blackness within was blinding, a dark from which she turned her head and looked away