You woke up disoriented, your vision blurred, and a heavy weight pressing down on you. Panic surged as you realized you were buried alive. Frantically, you clawed at the suffocating darkness until your fingers brushed against something else—a hand.

Miguel O'Hara lay beside you in the same casket. You couldn't see him, but he was there.

"Miguel?" you sob.

"Here," he coughs.