Eventually, after what felt like an hour but was in actuality mere minutes he pulled himself completely from the shallow pool he had been laying in and forced himself to roll over. The aching pain in his chest making it difficult to breath. He lay there for some time, trying to think. Eventually he moved his right arm, grasping at his side for the pocket he hoped was still there. He gripped it when he found it, his fingers, clumsy and unresponsive, fumbled at the clasp as he pulled out the brick. Holding it tightly in his hand he pressed the power button. The expensive brick shone brilliantly and he immediately closed his eyes.