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LaRoche gasped, straightened with a jerk. His back arched. He bucked, effected a spastic pirouette. Then he was jack-knifing, pitching into the scrub. He lay where he had fallen. Face down. Unmoving.

Mireille hesitated briefly, then was advancing on him cautiously. He looked dead. She nudged his boot with her own. What was she afraid of? They were soul-mates, right? A minute ago she would have laughed at the notion. Kneeling, she reached out to place fingers against his neck, feeling for something - she wasn't sure what. There was a slight throbbing like a bug trying to get out. Without knowing why, she took it as a sign that LaRoche was alive.

She tried to turn him over. He was dead weight and just flopped back into the sand. The second time he was almost over when the ground beneath her started to give way. Like subsidence, quicksand. Suddenly, the bottom was dropping out of the world.

She recalled crying out, falling, grabbing a handful of crumbling soil in passing. Then something hit her. Or she hit something and time seemed to stop.