As the twinkling lights behind my eyelids subsided, so too did the blasting sound in my ears. I’d survived the shockwave from the explosion. Too soon to know if I would also survive the radiation, but one problem at a time. For now, I was still breathing, still fighting, still had a chance, even if it was from the slim-to-none variety. Now if I could just get my arms to work, push myself up, get my legs under me and convince them to walk, I might yet make my way up the hill, find a way to open the hatch, locate the egg, and be on my way before the Scimitars returned. I had to. She was counting on me. They were all counting on me even though I had told them what a stupid thing that was to do.