She wakes and the world is shaking. The world is moving and rattling and she is being thrown from side to side. She is alone.
As her senses slowly return to her she realises she is in a moving vehicle. She can't see, she can't speak, the world is cut off from her and she has no company, he is not there anymore.
The rumble of the engine is low, very low. She can't feel the space around her but something tells her that it is a big space and the engine is a big engine, towing a large weight. She concludes, rightly of wrongly that she is in a lorry. She is headed to who knows where.
She is alone.
Where are you Harry?
Jim? Are you alive?
She is hitting the floor and it is cold and hard and her side hurts and she wants a drink, a drink of anything, something, warm and wet, cold and wet, something wet and thirst quenching. She is dehydrated. She dreams of drink, of liquid. She dreams of Harry, she feels Jim's chest and she wishes he were here. And all the time the lorry rumbles on and she knows not where she is, or who has her, or why they think Albany is real when they have told her it is not.
And once more she blanks out.
Stillness and quiet.
She wakes.
There is nothing but the dark and she wonders if they have left her. If she is about to die and her mind sees Harry. He smiles at her. She hears him whisper her name and she feels Jim's chest and she knows the two should not be together. And she feels shame.
She is awake. She is lost.
Silence and stillness and darkness.
Bang.
And again. Bang.
She tenses. It is gunfire, she knows it. The Russian voices call again and arms suddenly grab at her. She resists and still they drag at her. She wants to scream but the gag stops her, she wants to see but the hood hides her.
And then there is a weight against her side and the hands are no longer on her. She is free of them but the weight won't shift.
She struggles and then the hands are back and pulling at her and she hears a voice. It is Dimitri's voice and she wants to answer him , she wants to call out but she can't, the gag stops her.
The world is full of noise and then of light and she can't' see. The world is too bright. And her mouth moves but no words come out. And she tries to speak and she tries to speak and there is nothing. Nothing but Dimitri's voice.
"It's okay, Evershed. You're safe."
She struggles and arms hold her down and there is a warmth and a comfort in what must be Dimitri's arms.
"Jim" she says in a whisper.
"Shush," says DImitri and she feels herself falling, falling into some oblivion where there is warmth and light and water and Harry.