Chapter 7: RescueThe next morning, I woke with the sense of something wrong. For a little while, I wondered what it was, and then registered that I couldn’t feel the Marine’s back against mine. It was early morning, and it surprised me that my companion had gotten up, given the bacchanalia of the previous evening.
Remembering, I curled up contented and recounted the high spots.
After some minutes, however, the sense of something being wrong returned, and I sat up, looking around, bleary eyed.
I spotted the Marine at last. He was sitting several yards away, facing away from me, his back against the fallen tree trunk.
I stared, uncomprehendingly for a while. Then a sick feeling came over me. There was something in the way he was sitting, as if he was brooding.
What seemed most likely wa
