Reid whips me close to him but we both get slammed to the ground together and we're tumbling through the trees, hitting the hard dirt. Everything is a blur. The tear-drop leaves and trunks and Reid all mesh together in a passing spiral as Sampson's voice echoes in the distance. Someone else screams and I can't tell if it's Pratt or Mae this time. I'm still rolling over the ground and my leg is yelping as I go, but I can't find Reid. I've lost him. I need to stop myself somehow and find him, but everything is moving too quickly.
Finally, multiple footsteps surround me and I'm snatched to a halt. But before I can piece together the moving scene, I'm dragged up to my knees, my arms yanked behind my back as my wrists are bound tightly with prickly twine. Some sort of fabric is shoved in my mouth as a cover is placed over my head, everything going dark.