<p>Are you all right?" An arm reaches out and grabs me firmly. I squint as an overhead light shines too bright in my face. A sense of dread washes over me; I have no idea why. My body tenses at the touch. I try to pull away, but I can't move the way I want. It feels like I'm fighting my way through mud, thick and heavy, weighing me down. The voice calls out again, I think it's a woman's. I turn my head to the side and force my eyes to open, blink...