AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT black.…

His ears roared with sound.

Was he dead?

No.

You probably couldn’t hear things if you were dead.

And he could feel things, too.

His cheek and chest and hips were pressed against something hard.

The ground! He had fallen to the ground.

Ouch.

The wind was violent, whipping his hair around his face.

He struggled to open his eyes, to push himself up. He needed to find Saige. He needed to keep going. If he stayed out here in the storm for much longer…

Well. Then he really might die.…