Katie awoke, shivering from the cold. The teen lay still underneath the sleeping bag. I have to move. It will warm me up. She turned the headlight on. Decided to explore the dank room. Moisture in the air was penetrating her sweatshirt. I’ve got to find something warmer to wear. Her light illuminated antique wine barrels stacked against a fieldstone wall. This must be a wine cellar. A huge spider web was outlined with dew drops in one corner. “Brr.” She wrapped her arms around her body.
She sat down beside him since he was beginning to regain consciousness, moaning and twisting on the mattress. “Can you hear me?” He quieted, turning his head to hone in on her voice. “My name is Katie. Can you tell me yours?”
His lips moved. “Te. . . Te. . .” The strained syllables were all
