“Vi scrambled over and knelt by Archex. He was waxen and pale and cold, and she slapped his cheeks and rubbed his hands with hers and said things ranging from, “Come on, Emergency Brake! Wake up! Don’t let the worm win!” to a more aggressive, “I swear that if you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to send you back to Cerea for another month of healthful stretching and drum circles!”
