*Sam*

I awaken to a blurry world, vaguely aware of the shape of the woman in the plum dress, but I move away from her quickly before my vision clears. My eyes close again from exhaustion. It's strange, moving as though I'm floating in the air, and for a moment, I worry that I've met my demise.

But bits of clarity slowly return, and I see the men carrying the litter I must be lying on, and they're not very gentle. With each bump and stumble, my wound sends sharp pains ...