When I did wake up, I found myself in a dimly lit, wet, rocky place. I was a couple of feet off the ground on a stretcher, rolling somewhere. I couldn't move at all; I was firmly strapped in.I didn't feel broken though. Hurt, yes. Broken, no.

A very pale white hand was guiding my litter. I thought of the pale creature that had pinched me so firmly when I had come to for a minute.Pale and crablike. He wasn't crablike in fact but the whole person was white indeed. His head was ...