Runa was lying in the middle of a forest. It was summer. The sun reached down through and blanketed her with its warmth. Sparrows were making noise somewhere up above her. And in the distance she heard a small, running stream. She could barely move. Her body was not responding well. She could move her extremities slightly but it hurt. She could move her right hand and touch the ground beside her.

She felt something covering the ground. It was like grasping handfuls of soft toothpicks all stuck together. She realized she was lying on a bed of pine needles. They were warm and made something soft for her beaten body to lie on.

Then she slipped back out of consciousness and into the dark.

When she woke up again there was some kind of loud crash and yelling. It was muffled though. The small space closed in and seemed smaller in the dark. She lay there quiet; unable to move. She realized that the reason she couldn't hear what was going on, was not because she was in a closed closet. There was something wrong with her hearing.

There were a lot of sounds and yelling and she tried to focus and hear better, but she could not. She moved her hand to grasp the pine needles but they were not there. Instead she grasped a coat she was laying on. It was like an uncomfortable lump underneath of her. She tried to pull at it but she could not pull it out.

She was struggling to keep her eyes open. Shefelt very weak indeed; just like he told her she was. She felt a tear streamdown her cheek when a light fell into the closet. She saw a shadowy figure inthe light. They were talking on a phone and then she blacked out again.