Owen felt the sensation of being tugged in the inky darkness surrounding him. Suddenly, he was cold and a far-off voice echoed in his ears. “Set him on the ground over there, next to the senora.” A moment later he felt a weight pressing down on him and the voice became clearer. “He"s coming around.” As warmth seeped through him, a dull ache grew in his head. He shuddered, then all at once, the darkness peeled away and he was looking up at a shadowy face within a waving sea of green.
He coughed, and after several deep, heaving breathes of warm, tangy forest air, he heard the familiar voice of his old friend, Manny. “Ah, you are back with the living. Lucky for you amigo, because I draw the line on where I put my lips.”
Owen blinked, coughed again, and brought his hands to his head, pressin
