"What do you think?!" Liam yelled back, an automatic and frenzied response. This was not good. None of it was good and he was at a loss because he was alive again, yet desperately wished not to be, if only so he could do anything worth a damn.

He pressed his forehead to the glass, one arm raised to cover the side of his face in an attempt at blocking out the rapidly rising dust and sand in the air. He was right on the verge of panic, breaths coming in short coughs and starting to hurt. Liam couldn't breathe, Ken was out there injured and alone—and was it mentioned that he couldn't breathe?