Pain came first. Then voices.

Laura's whole body felt like it was on fire. Every breath hurt. Every heartbeat sent agony through her chest.

But she was alive.

"Easy," a familiar voice said softly. "Don't try to move."

Dante. She could smell his blood and sweat. Feel his gentle hands on her face.

Laura tried to open her eyes but saw nothing. Just endless darkness.

"I can't see," she whispered. Her voice was barely a sound.

"I know." Dante's thumb brushed away tears she didn't know were falling. "Your eyes... they need.... need...need... time to heal."

"Will they heal?"

Silence. That was answer enough.

Other voices echoed through the cave....