Ford jumped at the sound of another voice. He opened his eyes, expecting the same darkness as before, but now a dim sort of light shone around him.
"What?" He blurted, and coughed some more.
"You think death is enough to get you time off of work, think again. No way Boss'll let that happen." The foreign accent was unmistakable.
"Martin?" Ford blinked several times to try and clear his eyes. "How did you get here?"
Martin rolled his eyes. "Moron. How do you think I got here?"
The words confused the young man. "Am I being rescued? Or am I hallucinating?"
"Really not the brightest, are ya?" Martin shook his head. "Or maybe you got hit by a rock too hard on the noggin. Come on. Why you laying on the ground like a lazy idiot?"
Ford hesitated before replying. "Leg's trapped."
