LABOR DAY, 3:22 A.M.

“Sawyer? I think I can feel my shoulder.”

“Can you feel your hands?”

“No.”

“What about your legs?”

“No.”

“Can you move?”

“Let me check… Also no.”

“Then what good could it possibly do us that you now have feeling in your shoulder?”

“I don’t know, Sawyer. But I think I hear someone coming, and you’re the one in charge of coming up with plans.”