You don't know when you wake up, but you couldn't have been out for long, because the cart is still smoking.

Slowly, achingly slowly, you lift your head up from the ground. You're laying on your stomach in the mud, and as you clear your vision, you see you haven't been thrown far. You're on the river bed. The rain is still lightly pounding down around you, and one of the horses is whinnying miserably. You can't see Zeke.

You crane your neck. A few feet away, facedown and unmoving, is Levi. "Levi," you croak, nearly coughing. "Levi!"