Waking up, Lance blinked against the dim light that filtered through the thick canopy above and to find himself slouched against a large tree trunk.
The forest around him was eerily quiet, except for the occasional rustle of leaves. He pushed himself up slowly, his head heavy and his body stiff. One look around told him he'd been out for far longer than he should have. Than he had ever been in the past.
Judging by the sunlight streaming through the trees, it had to be more than twelve hours.
He frowned, trying to piece together how he had ended up here... He had not even been asleep when this happened. Before he could think further, he felt it-a light, familiar pressure brushing against the edge of his mind. Someone was trying to get in.
Closing his eyes, Lance took a deep breath and relaxed his mental guard just enough to let the connection form. "Kael," he murmured slowly.
Immediately, Kael's voice came through, sharp and worried. "Where are you, Lance? Are you okay?"
