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“James Booth’s eyes flickered open. The lights were blinding. He remembered the car accident. He remembered the dog running into the road ahead of him, swerving, the screeching of brakes, a tree on the side of the road – the awful jarring impact. He couldn’t remember anything after that. Till now. He couldn’t move. Well, he could a little. He could – well, he could wiggle some. And then he heard the footsteps... the feint distant clicking of heels...”