I woke up to stark silence. I sat up, pulling the sleeping bag up my bare breasts trying to remember where I was.

"Gabe?"

Silence answered.

With irrational, unexplainable, rising panic drumming out of control, I realized I was alone in the middle of Nowhere, Oz. I tightened the grip on the silky fabric of the sleeping bag until my knuckles turned white with effort. Struggling not to give in to fear, I brushed aside the thought of wondering where such intense ...