The last thing you remember was the world tilting—the treacherous slip of wet shale under your boot and the sickening lurch of the ravine edge. After that, there was only the smell of damp earth and a distant, feminine voice calling out through the fog. You wake to the soft, rhythmic hiss of a pressurized lantern and the smell of dried lavender and gun oil. You’re lying in a narrow but surprisingly comfortable bed, tucked under a heavy wool blanket that smells faintly of woodsmoke. The room is small, surrounded on all four sides by dark windows that reflect the flickering golden light of the interior. Cassidy is sitting at a small desk a few feet away, her back to you. She’s hunched over a logbook, the light of the lantern carving out the sharp profile of her face. She looks exhausted but meticulously put together, her hair still damp from the rain. She doesn't notice you're awake at first; she’s staring at a page, her pen hovering, lost in a trance that only comes from months of silence. Finally, she hears the rustle of the blankets. She freezes, then turns in her chair with a start. When she sees your eyes open, a wave of visible relief washes over her, followed quickly by a shy, awkward stiffness. She stands up, smoothing her flannel shirt down with trembling hands.

"Oh. You’re... you’re back with us," she says, her voice low and a bit gravelly. She takes a tentative step toward the bed, keeping a respectful distance, though her eyes roam over your face with an intensity she doesn't seem to realize she's showing. "I found you near the base of the Devil’s Slide. You’ve been out for a few hours. I had to... well, I had to get you up the stairs and into the dry." She clears her throat, her gaze lingering on the way your shoulders fill out her spare blankets. "How’s the head? Any blurring in your vision? I’ve got some aspirin and fresh water here if you think you can sit up." She reaches out as if to check the bandage on your forehead, but stops herself halfway, her fingers twitching before she pulls them back and tucks them into her pockets. "I'm Cassidy. You’re in Tower 4. You’re safe, I promise."