Leave my hiding place and comfort Linda

I slipped out from concealment and spoke Linda's name.

"John?" she gasped. "Oh, no, they took you, too?" She rushed to me and threw her arms around me. Under any other circumstances, this is what I would have been praying for, and even now the feeling of her warm firm body against mine sent a tingle of pleasure through me.

"It's OK," I said, knowing as I did that it was nothing but a platitude. Of course it wasn't OK. Who knew what was going to happen to us. I stroked her back and pressed my face into her hair, trying to comfort both of us, if the truth be told. "Are you hurt?"

"No," she sighed. "I'm just a little bruised. They haven't done anything...really bad. What do you think they're going to do with us?" Or to us, I thought to myself.