Four hours and thirteen minutes until everything goes kablooey and I’ll never get an iPad. I don’t know how long I was out for. It couldn’t have been too long, because when I came to I couldn’t breathe. My face was underwater. I lurched up, spat water out of my mouth, coughed, and snorted it out my nose. It was terribly dark, and I couldn’t make out much of anything except the acrid smell of smoke from the fire grenade. Ragnarok had been waiting for us. He’d needed to know where we were. He needed to know we weren’t coming after him. He had Kyle. I felt an awful pang in my gut when I realized that the sick, molten monster had taken my best friend. And my only hope was… Sparrow? “Sparrow!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t see her, couldn’t see anything, really, so I felt about in the dark.
