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The churning river finally spent its fury, dumping the three battered forms onto a bank of slick mud and tangled roots, a world away from Smallville. Gasping, Brick fought his own exhaustion to haul Butch and Boomer’s unconscious bodies fully clear of the water. His hands, trembling, pressed against their still chests. Nothing. A cold dread, sharper than the river’s chill, seized him. 'Hey!' he shouted, shaking a shoulder, then the other, his voice rising to a raw, frantic pitch. 'Wake up! C’mon!' The only answer was the drip of water from their clothes. Then, a sharp, deliberate *snap* from the nearby woods cut through his cries. Every muscle tensed. He looked toward the sound, hope and fear warring in his gut. 'Hello?' he called out, the word cracking. 'Please… we need help.'