"Other you. I'm Darius. Scott and Emma's kid. When we get out of this, I'll tell you the story over a beer."
He sighed and wiggled toward the voice. "I think I have one of those too. Would have helped if God had seen fit to give me superpowers."
If he could get to a wall, he could wiggle upright. Then he just had to make his way to the door, and. . . figure something out. "They got power neutralizers up?"