Alert, for the moment, entire body singing with adrenaline and flayed raw by Eimear's tinkering with his nervous system, Louis has a brief glimpse of Lestat, and then he is abruptly alone in the back of the van. Dangling from the side of the box truck's interior, Louis lets himself sag, exhausted, right up until—

A voice. Daniel.

Ten seconds isn't not good information to have. Louis is only lacking much ability to act on it. The paralytic is burning out of his system, but not fast enough that Louis can meaningfully brace for impact.

The impact must coincide with whatever success Lestat is having. Louis is flung forward, cratering into the divider between the interior of the truck and the cab. Has movement enough to kick himself free of the debris. Can hear pained groans from beneath the crumpled metal, and takes some vicious satisfaction in it.

I'm okay. projected into Daniel's head, words like a hand pressing to Daniel's cheek, moments before Louis realizes he can see Daniel looking at him from the gap left by the missing door. Had banked, maybe, on a few minutes to assess how presentable he looked, but here they are, apparently.

"There's two still alive," Louis reports, from within the mangle of the truck's interior. "One only just. Where's Lestat?"