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I
’
m
on
the
floor
.
People
walking
.
She
sensed
it
through
the
floor
.
Jessica
squeezed
back
the
memory
of
terror
.
I
must
remain
calm
,
alert
,
and
prepared
.
I
may
get
only
one
chance
.
Again
,
she
forced
the
inner
calmness
.
The
ungainly
thumping
of
her
heartbeats
evened
,
shaping
out
time
.
She
counted
back
.
I
was
unconscious
about
an
hour
.
She
closed
her
eyes
,
focused
her
awareness
onto
the
approaching
footsteps
.
Four
people
.
She
counted
the
differences
in
their
steps
.
I
must
pretend
I
’
m
still
unconscious
.
She
relaxed
against
the
cold
floor
,
testing
her
body
’
s
readiness
,
heard
a
door
open
,
sensed
increased
light
through
her
eyelids
.
Feet
approached
:
someone
standing
over
her
.
“
You
are
awake
,
”
rumbled
a
basso
voice
.
“
Do
not
pretend
.
”
She
opened
her
eyes
.
