He can hear the voice, faintly, through the haze of fear. And he latches onto it, tries to force himself to concentrate on that rather than what he's just remembered. No. Not remembered. Experienced. That hadn't been just a memory.
Concentrate on the voice. Someone is here. Someone who has not suddenly dropped dead around him.
His breathing slows a little, enough for him to speak. "I . . . I don't know."
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He can hear the voice, faintly, through the haze of fear. And he latches onto it, tries to force himself to concentrate on that rather than what he's just remembered. No. Not remembered. Experienced. That hadn't been just a memory.
Concentrate on the voice. Someone is here. Someone who has not suddenly dropped dead around him.
His breathing slows a little, enough for him to speak. "I . . . I don't know."