My eyes feel like sandpaper when I open them, and the familiar, pungent smell of Jebediah Wulfric's grave fills my nose.
Before my eyes can even focus on my surroundings, I heave whatever's left of breakfast onto the soil beneath me, groaning as my ribs spasm with the violence of it.
I'm so focused on the vomiting it takes me a minute to realize I seem to be trapped in a square of nasty-smelling earth again, and it looks vaguely familiar.
"Grace? Grace, if you don't answer me, I'm coming down there and we'll both be stuck," Andrew shouts.
My mind buzzes a little as I stare at a familiar coin buried in loose soil, and my fingers shake as I reach out to free it, watching in numb disbelief as it frees from the dirt so easily.
Then, as if not sure I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing, I turn slowly to take in every inch of where I am.
And no matter how intensely I stare, the fact remains:
I'm in Jebediah Wulfric's grave. Again.
How?
"Grace, I'm coming down."
"No, don't!"
