50. Chapter 50 - Lochinvar

As the pain subsided, there was a voice — it was high and frightened, a whisper almost like an exhale?—

...I don't know where I am...

Was it Ash?

Was she speaking to me?

...I'm lost... Can you please ask Lochie to look for me? God, please help me...

My mind filled with disjointed sensations, the heat from a flame, a blue sky with the edge of a thatched roof, the weight of a thick wool blanket, the feel of a rough-hewn plank as I ran m'finger along it, and the scent of bread, lavender, dirt, feces, and the prevalent aroma of hops within a bygone village.