Voldemort gasped for air. He rolled on his back and sat clumsily. As if on instinct he pushed himself upwards to a standing position. The cold metal surface under his bare feet was oddly satisfying. His eyelids fluttered open and he was thankful for the penumbral illumination. He was standing in a small enclosure. It was circular and when he glanced up he got a perfect view of the night sky. 