Come on, Leera, you can do this. Pull harder.
Pull yourself out of this darkness.
I will not die here.
I'm trying so hard to bring myself out of this horrible unconsciousness. The first time, it was all darkness. This time, I kept reliving the best and worst moments of my life.
Who took me?
Why was I taken?
Will I ever see Roman again?
I still can't open my eyes, but I’m shooting off brain signals to every inch of my body, hoping and praying that something will move. Anything.
How long have I been here? Is anyone looking for me?
Just when I feel like giving up, I feel my foot twitch. It was the tiniest twitch, but it's the only physical reaction I've gotten from my body… well, since I was thrown into that van.
Focus, Leera. Do it again.
I’m able to recreate the twitch in my foot
