My knees throbbed where they had hit the floor. It took me longer than it should have to push myself upright and start moving toward the bed.
Then the thunder cracked again, and the lamp on the nightstand went out.
The whole apartment dropped into complete darkness. No glow from the hallway, nothing. Just the sound of rain driving hard against the glass and thunder rolling through the building like something alive.
I stopped moving. My body locked up before my mind even caught up with why. The dark pressed in from every side, and suddenly I wasn't in the apartment anymore. I was back in that warehouse, arms and legs bound, unable to move, unable to get up no matter how hard I tried.
Then I heard him. My baby, crying. Faint at first, then closer, each cry more desperate than the one before it.
