A Steady Grip

Everything was still until my fingers gave a quiet click. I realized I could actually move my right arm. The silver flashlight in my grip was completely solid, and when I raised it slightly, it held steady. Beside me, another silent figure stood motionless against the dark wooden base. 'Don't worry, I've got this,' I whispered softly, keeping my balance on the soft carpet threads. I adjusted my footing and stood firmly, ready to keep watch right where we are.