He's able to get one non-blurry picture amongst a whole lot of very blurry ones. At least once he backs away from the crack, the feeling of dread begins to dissipate pretty quickly. As soon as he turns away from it, the way out is clear: towards the signs of daylight and up at a slight diagonal, until he emerges right in the middle of the saltwater lake.

That's. Success? Maybe? At least he didn't get his face stolen this time!