Arizona, I-10 heading west.
Night of November 2.
Sunrise: 6:42 a.m.
If anyone had found you that day in the disused freezer, they would see only a disheveled corpse. And while the sun is in the sky, that's all you are.
The blood you got back in El Paso, before you hopped in your Honda, awakens the moment the sun sets. The return to consciousness is instantaneous and agonizing. You open your eyes in blackness. Your limbs are still heavy, as if crushed by the weight of the sun. As you wait, you think about the Camarilla, and you remember what the elders made you do after Elin Olivecrona disappeared.