Just a busy sort of person, I guess. The standard disclaimers still apply, of course.
The explosion half deafened them. But the windshield was gone and loose dirt was pouring in. Brennan took a deep breath of what air remained and fought her way to the front seat and out of the SUV altogether. It was like swimming through the dankest swamp, half-frozen over; there was absolutely no visibility and the larger pebbles scraped at her like chunks of ice.
A brush on her ankle told her Hodgins wasn't too far behind and she only hoped he would manage. It wouldn't be hard to lose the direction. And he's wounded and been drugged. If I only had a rope or tether…!
Might as well wish for all of the dirt to disappear, or that the Gravedigger hadn't gone after them.
She tried not to think of what awaited them above--day or night, forest or quarry. Would they be alone, or was the Gravedigger waiting to be sure? According to Hodgins, the quarry is more likely. Getting to the surface was more important; anything--everything!--else could wait. I don't know how much longer I can hold my breath. Jack, either.
The dirt under her hands suddenly seemed a little more loosely packed and she couldn't help the surge of hope that ran through her. She clawed at it more frantically. Have to get out, have to get out…!
Her hand touched open air and then, even before that had a chance to register, there were hands pulling on her, threatening to yank her arm out of its socket, and she had an instant of panic, immediately overridden by relief that they were near the surface. Friend or foe tugging at her, they would at least be free!
Happy 2009, everyone! May it be better than 2008!
