They found us on the pebble beach.
They thought we both were dead, because I wasn't responding to much by
then. We were lying together, and I guess I'd arranged her arms around
me somehow. A lot of that's missing, and I don't necessarily want it
back.
I wonder how I got her down there.
I never could have carried her, not with my leg the way it was. So I
suppose I dragged her down, just to get us out of there. But I don't
remember that either.
I have no idea how long we waited.
There were two parties, one that came through the tunnel like we had,
another searching along the beach. I'm told they arrived at nearly the
same time, the second group a bit behind the first. Kim was with the
second party. They wouldn't let her go in through the wall.
She says that the first she saw of me was one of the policemen wrapping
me in a blanket. There was a second blanket covering Casey. I was
glad she hadn't seen her. Gladder still that she hadn't seen Steven.
She'd pointed out the entrance to them, and that was all. They said it
was possibly dangerous.
Days later, we almost laughed at that.
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