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Spinning
blind
,
he
called
out
,
but
his
voice
emerged
strangled
.
The
peril
of
his
predicament
suddenly
closed
in
around
him
.
His
lungs
strained
for
oxygen
as
the
adrenaline
doubled
his
heart
rate
.
He
felt
like
someone
had
just
punched
him
in
the
gut
.
When
he
threw
his
weight
into
the
door
,
for
an
instant
he
thought
he
felt
the
door
start
to
turn
.
He
pushed
again
,
seeing
stars
.
Now
he
realized
it
was
the
entire
room
turning
,
not
the
door
.
Staggering
away
,
Langdon
tripped
over
the
base
of
a
rolling
ladder
and
fell
hard
.
He
tore
his
knee
against
the
edge
of
a
book
stack
.
Swearing
,
he
got
up
and
groped
for
the
ladder
.
He
found
it
.
He
had
hoped
it
would
be
heavy
wood
or
iron
,
but
it
was
aluminum
.
He
grabbed
the
ladder
and
held
it
like
a
battering
ram
.
Then
he
ran
through
the
dark
at
the
glass
wall
.
It
was
closer
than
he
thought
.
The
ladder
hit
head
-
on
,
bouncing
off
.
From
the
feeble
sound
of
the
collision
,
Langdon
knew
he
was
going
to
need
a
hell
of
a
lot
more
than
an
aluminum
ladder
to
break
this
glass
.
When
he
flashed
on
the
semiautomatic
,
his
hopes
surged
and
then
instantly
fell
.
The
weapon
was
gone
.
Olivetti
had
relieved
him
of
it
in
the
Pope
’
s
office
,
saying
he
did
not
want
loaded
weapons
around
with
the
camerlegno
present
.
It
made
sense
at
the
time
.
Langdon
called
out
again
,
making
less
sound
than
the
last
time
.
Next
he
remembered
the
walkie
-
talkie
the
guard
had
left
on
the
table
outside
the
vault
.
Why
the
hell
didn
’
t
I
bring
it
in
!
As
the
purple
stars
began
to
dance
before
his
eyes
,
Langdon
forced
himself
to
think
.
You
’
ve
been
trapped
before
,
he
told
himself
.
You
survived
worse
.
You
were
just
a
kid
and
you
figured
it
out
.
The
crushing
darkness
came
flooding
in
.
Think
!
Langdon
lowered
himself
onto
the
floor
.
He
rolled
over
on
his
back
and
laid
his
hands
at
his
sides
.
The
first
step
was
to
gain
control
.
Relax
.
Conserve
.
No
longer
fighting
gravity
to
pump
blood
,
Langdon
’
s
heart
began
to
slow
.
It
was
a
trick
swimmers
used
to
re
-
oxygenate
their
blood
between
tightly
scheduled
races
.
There
is
plenty
of
air
in
here
,
he
told
himself
.
Plenty
.
Now
think
.
He
waited
,
half
-
expecting
the
lights
to
come
back
on
at
any
moment
.
They
did
not
.
As
he
lay
there
,
able
to
breathe
better
now
,
an
eerie
resignation
came
across
him
.
He
felt
peaceful
.
He
fought
it
.
