FINN WANTED TO open his eyes, but they wouldn’t obey. Was he dreaming? Stuck in a dream where he couldn’t wake up. A shiver ran through him. It was cold. The floor was hard and bone-chilling beneath him. Concrete, by the feel of it. Clearly not in his nice, snug, swag tangled up with Indy’s warm body, then. So where was he? Rolling from his front onto his side took a great effort, but he managed it, wincing as the cold floor hit his naked skin. Why was he naked? Well, nearly naked, he was still wearing boxer shorts. And what was going on with his arms? It took him a few seconds to realize they were tied behind his back. An experimental shuffle of his feet told him his ankles were tied, as well.
“Finn, are you awake? Oh, God, please say you’re awake.” That was Indy. What was she doing here
