The thorns drew blood in the darkness. The mist clung to their torn clothes and darkened everything. Cliff shuddered in their hiding place while Emma tried to warm them both.
Her voice was all aspiration while she fiddled with the torch switch."Cliff?" Emma asked, her mouth small, her eyes gleaming, "Cliff! Can you see?"
Cliff wiped his nose on his sleeve and looked past the electric torch. He nodded, squinting at shadows.
Emma held up her left hand --three fingers up. She asked, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Cliff turned his head, just a little. "Three." He said.
Emma nodded. "Close your left eye and tell me again." She asked, her voice trembling.