ALIANA

“My head is spinning like metal tearing at itself without braces,” my mind is racing as I struggle to try and figure out where in the world I am. It hurts everywhere.

Michael. Where is Michael?

My mouth is filled with the taste of blood as I try to speak. there is something pushing against my chest. It is a belt. Tight and crushing.

“No—" I gasp

Hands appear, strong and steady.

“Ma’am, don't. A man’s calm voice addresses me.

“Michael,” I say again, louder this time in fear. “Where is Michael?”

“Stay with me,” the voice urges. “What’s your name?”

“Aliana,” I whisper.

“The world tilts.”

I see...