I moved my smallest finger.

Elena froze.

Her breath caught.

And slowly, carefully, I opened my eyes, and looked at her, and watched her face turn white with the shock of a woman who has just watched a dead man come back to life.

Before she could cry out, before the sound could escape and bring the wrong people running, I forced out the first words I had spoken in five days, in a voice like gravel dragged over concrete.

“Lock the door.”