Prologue
Now
SHE COULD SEE everything that was happening.
She could hear any little bit of noise around her.
She could smell day-old food, chemicals in air-conditioning, and almost taste every little nuance of the air.
She could even feel the floor beneath her.
Her senses were vibrantly alive.
What she couldn’t do was move.
She didn’t know if she did or didn’t blink; she could only feel the heaviness of her own body, as if she was frozen in time and space.
But she knew everything that was going on; she could see the horror of what was happening around her.
Watch.
Watch and wait.
Because now, the horror that had claimed others, the terror that haunted those on shipboard, would eventually come to her.
And she couldn’t even open her mouth to scream.
All she could do was hope, pray, and believe that she and Wesley had followed the right steps . . .
And that there just might be a miracle.
Step by step. Her mind was active; she had to think back, back to the very beginning, and determine just how she had gotten to be where she was . . .
And how the hell she was going to get out of the situation.