In Deep Water: Chapter Eight

“Emily!” Sophie screams in the dark.

I scramble off the floor as vertigo races through me, feeling my way back onto the couch. “I’m here.” Holding her shaking form, the world stops spinning.

She sniffles. “What is going on?”

“I have no idea.” I gulp around a wave of nausea.

The whir of an engine roars and I blink at the No Signal message across the TV. “Well, at least the power’s back. But no more movie.”

“Think the storm will pass soon?” Sophie grabs a tissue from the end table.

I go to the window. Dark clouds still loom on the horizon, a light mist falling from the sky. “It’s slowing down.”

“Thank god!” Sophie flops onto the sofa, tucking the blanket around her.

I grab a DVD for Indy’s first movie and pop it in the player before squeezing in next to her. My phone beeps. “It’s Xander.”

“Everything okay?” Sophie leans in, her eyes puffy from crying.

“Yeah, he’s just checking on us. Guess it got hectic in the Hangar. Everyone’s fine, though, so they’re all calling it a night.”

“Feel that.” Sophie props her feet on the coffee table, resting her head on my shoulder.

I yawn. “Same. We’ll be meeting up for breakfast at regular time tomorrow.”

“Great, we can finish this movie and then go to bed.”

I hum in agreement as we fall into a comfortable silence. Raiders of the Lost Ark continues to play, but I can’t help my thoughts returning to the storm. I hope we never... continue reading Chapter Eight at Coffee House Writers.