A woman was looking back at him in the darkness. He couldn’t see her face, exactly, but she was there, her nose almost touching his. She wasn’t remarkably beautiful, but she was pretty, with blonde hair and a spattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose. He didn’t know how he knew this, since he couldn’t actually see her, but he did. She had two different colored eyes. One was dark brown. The other was a pale blue. “Save me,” she breathed.
