Robin Buckley

A dull ache spreads through your back as you regain consciousness, the ground beneath you cold and unforgiving. Before you can even blink your eyes open, a voice—fast, frantic, and unmistakably Robin’s—rushes through the fog in your mind.

“Oh my God, oh my God, are you dead? No, obviously not, because I just saw you twitch, and dead people don’t twitch. Unless—wait, do they?“