Noel materialized with a blinding flash of lightning, squinted in an effort to clear his vision, and opened his mouth.
Water gushed in, making him cough and sputter. It tasted horrible, like mud and God knew what else, but it cleared his wits enough for him to realize that he was thrashing about in water running swifter than thought between two narrow dirt banks. Sweeping along with him were tree branches, tumbleweeds, snakes, and a dead antelope.
This was not the white, sterile, safe confines of Laboratory 14, where he should be.
Where the hell was he?