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was only vaguely aware of being pulled from the water, the experience
I
jumble of images: the sensation of being dragged back up from the darkness
a
emerging into the light and noise once again; the roar of helicopter blades
and
the distance; the feeling of being hauled, wet and cold, onto muddy ground;
in
yelling, “Fight, Ben! Fight!” and then leaning over me; a woman with a
Erica
gaze looming behind her; the groan of stone against stone as a passage
stoic
in a rock; a Komodo dragon in a pink tutu, doing pirouettes atop an
opened
elephant.
quite possible that I dreamt the last one, as I lost consciousness more
It’s
once. than
came to lying on a cold granite floor. A voice echoed nearby while
I
paced. Erica. She must have been on the radio with someone, because
footsteps
couldn’t hear their half of the conversation.
I
hasn’t regained consciousness yet, but he’s stable . . . . No, I’m not
“He
to try to rouse him. He needs time to recover . . . . Yes, I understand
going
at stake. What’s the situation there?”
what’s
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