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Her grip ondown to --tongue darted out, touchingupwardlips Even in rinnedthrust, pushedunderwater, I drifted down, down, to the bottoth to even move myself upward

"Joseph," Nolan called to me "What happened to you?"

His blurry outline arrived atwith Chantel, and then the for nearup at the still surface I couldn’t bring myself to talk Not yet

I just shook uessed what had happened to me

"He needs some space," Marcilla murmured "Given time, I think he will recover This was only his first escape attempt--their "

Nolan and Chantel re aith Marcilla

"This boy is strong" Marcilla’s state I needed to be For loom of The Underworld, I’d never felt weaker in my life

Ben

Ti as I lay at the base of the pool I was vaguely aware of Chantel and Nolan drifting over toif I was all right Still, I couldn’t bring hosts also approached to take a look at lazed over even as I knew that I needed to keep them open I needed to keep alive whatever spark of consciousness I still had within me I couldn’t becohouls wanted

But even now that I was out of the coffin, away froence told s that I’d witnessed in there were real, h they were the gospel truth

My eyes closed, and I drifted in and out of awareness Even the quietme disappeared as I lost myself deeper and deeper into a pit of despair and hopelessness, a depression like I’d never known before

And I would’ve sunk deeper still had a familiar voice not forced its way into ht near nore it In ht that perhaps it was Chantel, but there was no French accent to this voice, and it sounded too young to be Marcilla’s

"Wake up! Wake up!"