As Emily awoke, her world was a blur of pain and confusion. It was as if her body had been squeezed beneath a mountain, and her head throbbed to the point of bursting. She opened her eyes gingerly, groggily seeking her bearings, but everything around her was dark, relieved only by the smell of smoke and refuse.
She could not move. Her limbs were like lead, and her chest ached where her two memories of effort-and each breath was difficult. Falling-falling into the chasm as the structure fell all about her, was her final consciousness. Explosion, anarchy, Daniel's hand sagging from hers.
She whispered, "Daniel," her voice barely audible under the heavy hush. Her chest became afire with panic, which helped energize her to fight through the fog encasing her brain. She had to look for him. Sh
