Luca
The helicopter vanished into darkness.
Not night.
Not weather.
Something else.
A thinking fog.
A breathing fog.
A fog that closed around the aircraft like a fist.
The cabin dimmed instantly. The lights flickered. Wind howled against the windows even though the air outside had been calm moments before.
The pilot fought the controls, his voice shaking. "I am losing visibility. All sensors are dead. I cannot see a thing."
The doctor clutched the medical console to steady himself. Rosetta grabbed the overhead handle. Nico braced himself against the cockpit door.
Luca did not move.
He knelt beside Aria's unconscious form, gripping her hand tighter as the fog swallowed every sense of direction they had.
Her chest rose.
Barely.
Too weak.
Every second her heartbeat grew fainter.
He kept his face close to hers. "Keep breathing, Aria. Come back to me."
