When the pain finally subsides, I take a wheezing breath. My gaze darts to Granger, who has meanwhile turned around on her knees and is staring at me with wide eyes. Tears are running down her cheeks. She's still moving her lips silently, but she's stopped screaming, I can see that clearly. I think I know what she's trying to tell me. I'm sorry. Hold on. I'm with you. Giving up is not an option. That or something similar.