She looked all around her, craning to her neck to find something, anything, anyone at all that could help them, almost as if just what she needed might magically appear. How much trouble was she really in? It wasn’t like Rori even knew how okay she was. For all she knew, her time on this earth was dwindling and the fates and clipped her life span off right at this juncture in the universe. She shook away her thoughts and steadied her breathing enough so she could get a scream out. “Help! Somebody help us! We’re trapped! Help!” After yelling a few times, Rori tried to scream even louder but it only ended up making her feel as though she was going to black out so she knew she needed to steady herself for a moment before trying again. Her breathing was beginning to become more and more shallow and she wondered if she was going to die. Suddenly she felt bile lifting up out of her stomach and forcing itself out of her as her vomit puddled beside her. The woman began sobbing again, beads of sweat glistened on her pale skin. Was this what dying felt like?