There's a god-awful sickness in my gut as I slow the truck to take another turn, just in case Ursula is on the other side. To get this far so fast, she would have to be flying down the goddamn mountain at breakneck pace. I'm sweating through my shirt, praying under my breath for a miracle. She wouldn't even be on this damn mountain if it wasn't for me. If she's hurt, if I'm going to go stark raving mad. At her. At life. At anyone in the vicinity.

I can't even consider something worse happening. Please. Please, dammit. Don't take her away from me when I just found her....