A cold feeling crept all over her chest. Rosalynn's heart was pounding as she walked back to the other side. Closing her hand into a fist, she hit the glass on the window and broke it, then reached inside to unlock the door.

"Lyndon! Can you hear me? Wake up!" she shouted, her voice laced with urgency and panic.

Lyndon didn't move a muscle. Blood was streaming down his forehead.

Rosalynn hastily reached for his wrist, trying to feel his pulse as she called for help on her phone.

“Lyndon, wake up!"