Up to 1737 words now, but I've got to get to bed. Too much time spent googling fic questions.
First line? Here's the prologue, set 32 years ago: Carl Fiske stopped and pushed the switch on the flashlight off and on again as he peered into the darkness ahead of them.
And here's chapter one, set in present day: Drifting in the dark . . . until a wave of nausea rolled over him and he came fully awake. Caleb Pries took deep breaths, trying to control his roiling stomach.
