Poor Claire. While I mustered my patience to keep my temper in check down here, she was up there, trying to sense me despite the small crowd around her.
A few steps away, Powell told Graham he'd warned you earlier in the morning. Chopping down those big old trees would made the ground unsteady.
Markus paced up and down, phone to his ear. An ambulance rushed into the construction site. Ollie arrived to check on Claire. The workers murmured behind her.
Until Father Jason realized she couldn't focus with all that racked and made everybody step back several yards, to give Claire some room.
And down here, in The Guardian's maze, the fire came to life again.
Why am I thinking of that right now? Guess it's the cold and the exhaustion, the painful need of anything to break this darkness I'm in.
Wait. No. Not 'I'm in'. We're in. Because you're here too, buried somewhere, and I'm gonna find you. We're getting outta this hideous tomb together. You and I.