All I remember from that night was waking to darkness staring me dead in the face. I could feel Casey's warmth from his place on the stone floor next to me, but it did little to comfort me. I remember feeling uneasy & instinctively grabbing his hand and pleading him to open his eyes. When he didn't stir, I sat up from my comforter and whispered his name. "Casey..." I nudged him with my free hand, "Casey, wake up..." I said a bit louder. Casey rolled in his sleep and he turned to face me, he too, groggy and uncertain of his surroundings. He blinked once, twice, then sat up with concern swimming in his green eyes. "What is it?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows. Suddenly, his eyes moved from mine to glance just to the side my head, through the sheer curtains of our complex in the Underground, a hidden sanctuary for people like us. His face was then illuminated by a bright light behind me. In an instant, Casey's grogginess was replaced by a flash of panic, and his eyes darted from the source of light outside our bedroom to my face. Within a fraction of a second, Casey's muscles tensed and tawny wings snapped open as he leapt up from his bed in alert. Something outside popped and was followed immediately by a deafening boom, shattering the silence of the night and echoing a thousand times over throughout the domed cavern we only recently learn to call home. I whipped my head around just in time to see massive chucks of earth fall from the ceiling of the cavern. In a blur, the source of the blinding lights were revealed; a military helicopter. "We have to go," Casey blurted urgently. "Right now."
