It was a strange sensation, not being able to feel one’s legs. In fact, Herbert felt rather giddy, for all that breathing had become difficult. Somewhere in the distance, far, far away, he could hear Holliday calling for him, but his mouth—caked in dust and something that tasted metallic—couldn’t get the words out to call back to her. Herbert squinted, trying to see her, but the world around him was slowly going dark.

Holliday, the word died on his tongue.