Everything hurts.
My mind finally caught up. Pain hit every part of me, a steady beep filled the air, then I noticed it - my mouth felt like dried-up fabric. Why does this feel so wrong?
My eyes wouldn't open at first. Light cut in, sharp behind the lids, pushing like a needle -
Like a knife.
Back it came, suddenly. That open space. A place called Brooklyn. Her fingers around a blade.
Beneath it all, Brooklyn stands still.
The blade raised.
Me running.
Then pain.
Lights flicker. Then - "Lucas?" A sound cuts through. Known somehow. Sharp with concern. Not British. Clear in its urgency.
Light scraped at my vision. Forms shifted, became bodies.
