It was quite a few moments before Murphy could really function. He was perfectly aware of Norman shaking him, of him shouting his name, but he simply couldn't react. He couldn't even move. All he could do was lie there and bleed, try to ignore the throbbing in his head before he finally managed to come to completely, opening his eyes.

There was broken glass and blood everywhere. In a daze, Murphy moved, feebly unbuckling his seat belt. His door had been ripped off in the crash, and as soon as the belt was undone he was deposited into the mud, face first. Groaning and covered in blood, Murphy looked around in the rain and caught sight of Norman up ahead of him and limped in his direction, noting the throbbing pain in his side and head.

"Agent Jayden!" he called over the sound of the rain. "I'm okay! I'm coming! What about the boy! Is he--"