He opened his eyes to see Sam standing over him with a goofy grin on his face. Sam was also wielding a gun. “Time to rise and shine,”Sam said. Luke rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed. He grimaced with every move, suppressing his reaction to the pain he felt. Sore ribs, sore arms, sore everything. There wasn’t a part of him that didn’t make him wince with a sharp movement. The pain was real; his situation beyond dire. “Hurry up and get dressed,”Sam snapped.“We’ve got a big day ahead.” “Are you going to take me back to my dad?” “If he votes the right way — so pray he does.” “What if he doesn’t?” Sam looked down and sighed. “Just get dressed, will ya?” Luke stumbled toward the lone chair in the room, the resting place for his jeans and t-shirt. He picked up his shirt and put it near his face.
