He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
His touch startles her out of the hazy dream she’s having. She wakes up with a little gasp, blinking up at Arthur. “Wh-what?”
Sighing softly, Arthur shakes his head and helps Summer up. “You fell asleep. Everything okay?”
She clings to him, wavering on her feet. “No. No. Something is … is wrong. I don’t know what it is.”
Arthur’s eyes narrowed in worry, holding her arms and shaking his head. “Everything is fine Summer, I promise you that.”
“I feel so strange, though … ” Summer shivers, eyes falling in and out of focus. The world feels like it’s drifting in a slow circle around her. Her fingers dig into Arthur’s arms, trying to steady herself.