“Shadows chase shadows. Now and then a whisper of sliding rope. The anxious, uneven breathing of 60 people lugging one of their own to safety.”  I keep an Ideas notebook.  When something prompts an idea, I type it into my cellphone.  These thoughts may not always fit the story I’ve been assigned, but I don’t throw them away.  The next time I’m pressed for an opening line, I scroll through those thoughts.  Two words “Darkness” and “Friendship” inspired that opening narration.