Joe woke with a start. The cold night air was blowing fiercely through the opened window. The curtain flickered in waves of grey material, projecting shadows onto the far wall. The red neon lights of the hotel’s sign blinked, causing Joe’s eyes to hurt. A migraine was fighting him for the control of his body.
Chloe stood in the clearing, under the moon and the trees. She hugged herself, bringing the jacket, which she’d borrowed from her sister’s closet, around her. She spun around again, desperately searching for something familiar, some sign of her friends. There was nothing. No lights in the distance, no far off sounds of music or laughter.