Chapter 65Riley’s head hit something hard, jolting him back to consciousness. It was pitch black, and there was a distinct smell of tobacco smoke, although he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He couldn’t even tell where he was. He tried to stretch out, only for his feet to hit a solid object. The inertia of a sharp turn made him realize that, whatever he was in, it was on the move. As the inertia faded, he felt something bump into him. He reached out to feel what it was and found that he wasn’t alone. Wherever he was, someone else was lying uncomfortably close to him. He felt up the person’s arm, grabbed their shoulder, and shook. No response. Is this person unconscious or dead? He ran his hand back down the person’s arm. Based on the musculature, he figured it was a man. He grabbed
