Puller slowly lifted his head and looked around.

 

Tools, shelves, ropes, and the smells of paint, oil, and old food met him

head-on.

 

To his left was Knox, her eyes still closed, but she was breathing.

 

Puller shook his head clear with difficulty.

 

How was this possible?

 

The car. The water. The last breaths.

 

He had been prepared to die.

 

He thought he had died.

 

Then he realized he was tied up.

 

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He felt the fingers grip and then dig slightly

into his skin.

 

Puller felt the otherworldly strength in those fingers.

 

He shook his head again and felt that same grip on his arm, pulling him from a