Sam wobbled to his feet, determined to kick the offending stones away. But he forgot about that as he struggled to make sense out of what he saw in the narrowing tunnel of his vision. There were more rocks. They were placed in a line. No, not a line, an outline-and a man-shaped one at that. He started to walk around it, trying to confirm what didn’t make sense, but his ankle, strained beyond further use from the climb, gave way. He hit the ground heavily. screaming out the torment at this latest abuse of his battered body. The sharp knives of pain cut his way into the darkness.