Pompeii 79 ADMy head pounds like a rock band has taken up residence in my skull. My hands tally the extent of my injuries, finding bruising and my dress missing. My underwear is damp under the blanket covering me.
“I think she’s awake,” a girl’s voice pierces my throbbing skull, drowning out the rain drumming on the roof.
I force my eyes open to find myself lying on a bed in a shadowy room. Two people lean over me, but the only one I see is Will. I don’t know where I am in time, but it doesn’t matter. Will is here beside me.
He is taller and broader in the shoulders than last time we met. His cave boy dreadlocks have been replaced by a short neat trim, but his face is the same, if not slightly older. The pain and noise fade away until all I can hear is my pounding heart.
“Are you alrig
