Before I can finish my sentence, I notice Josh’s eyes go wide. He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, something envelopes me. The world goes dark. Strong, muscular arms grip me from behind and the more I struggle, the harder I get manhandled. I’m aware that, somewhere close, Reagan and Josh are struggling just as hard as I am. No, I want to scream, don’t hurt them! Just take me instead. But I can’t find my voice. I feel weak. Tired. Strangely removed.
Long deep sigh
