Daniel sat on the ground with his head between his knees, trying to control his panicked breathing. Lee and Will stood by him, watching him, helpless and confused. He had slithered down the cabin floor and fallen from the escape hatch. Just minutes before, his legs had had a life of their own as they carried him to the crashed jet, but now they refused to work at all. It was as though his limbs were made of rubber.
“Dan?” Will said.
Daniel hardly heard him above the howl of thunder inside his head. He took a long, deep breath and held it, waiting for his heartbeat to slow down and the thunder to subside.
“Dan? Dan, please, we need to go,” Will said.
We need to go.
We need to go.As he began to calm down, the note of urgency in Will’s voice began to penetrate Daniel’s fog of confusion.
