I'm not sure how much time has passed. But I'm sure it has. I can feel hands, hear voices and I try to call out, tell them I'm alive. But I'm trapped, inside myself. Only I can hear my desperate cries, echoing around my body. Only then do I remember. The squeals of brakes around me, blood, ants, feet, screams. Then, everything is a blur. Nothing, just whimpers. I can feel breathing.
What would old John say about this? Now I'm slipping...slipping. Poor man, I came out to find him, to keep him company in this dark, dark time. Now I'm loosing all grip on awareness. Nothing matters, not Samantha, not John, not no one. And I'm gone.