The worst thing I could do was start freaking out. I just had to keep pushing.
And then I felt it—a gust of wind, warm and unexpected, brushing against my face. My first thought was that it must be an air current, but then I realized it wasn't wind at all. It was breathing. Slow, deliberate, and impossibly close. My blood ran cold as the realization hit me: someone was there with me, right in front of my face.
