James I woke from the wooden floors of my bedroom, our bedroom. My head throbbed and my shoulders ached as I tried desperately to lift my body. Sensing something very bad had happened, I contemplated my memories before I fell asleep. My husband had been carrying me to bed like the sweet man he is. The corners of my mouth reached upward at the thought. Then, however, I remember he told me something very strange and confusing. "They are coming," I whispered aloud. It then hit me like bullet, and my heart thrummed harshly in my chest. Where was James? Where was my husband? I made more of an effort to force my body on my feet. As I endured a brief moment of disequilibrium, I successfully stood upright and slowly turned around to face the door when I nearly dropped once more at the sight of James lying unconscious in front of the door.