The Prettiest Words Are Last, the Ugliest Are Vows

On the way out of the tomb chamber, a cloud of toxic miasma suddenly rose up. My boyfriend, Harvey Delgado, instinctively grabbed my best friend's hand and pulled her to safety. But my eyes were poisoned and injured, and I was trapped in the fog with no way out. From somewhere far off came Harvey's voice: "Sabrina, go west. It's safe to the west. We'll wait for you at the exit."