“Yeah, I see it. It’s a good thing he can’t move any further back because we’d lose him …” My voice trails off as I realize it’s just hurting my friend.
“We need help. You and I aren’t going to be able to reach that far back.”
“I think I can squeeze in there.”
He takes off his hoodie and reaches inside his discarded backpack for something. Bringing out the inhaler, he takes a few pumps.
“Wait! You’re too big! And there’s bats in there!”
“Just hold my feet. I’m going in.”
“Oh shit. This is a bad idea! I’m going for help.”
“NO! You can’t! McFly is freaking out. He’s shaking. Maybe he’s in shock. Please, Hunter! Help me and help McFly!”