‘1, 2, 3, jump!’
‘Wait, Riley —’
‘Eliza!
What are you doing?’
‘I didn’t —
I —
We’re slipping —’
‘No, we’re so nearly there!’
‘I —
I can’t hold on —’
‘No!
They fall. They land.
Eliza?’
‘I’m here.’
‘You didn’t jump.’
‘I did, I just —
Hesitated.’
‘Mum!’
‘It’s closed, Riley.
She can’t hear you.’
‘Do you know where we are?’
‘N-.
Can you feel it, though?
The d-rkness.
It’s crawling up my legs again.’
‘N-!’
‘There’s -othing you can do.’
‘We c-n’t stay here!’
‘J-st for a m-ment.
It’s okay.
We’ll st-y h-r-.
D-n’t b- afr--d of -t.
J-st let it take y-u.’
‘What if we never get out?
What if it never lets us go?’
‘It’ll be p-aceful.
It w-n’t be l-ng.’
‘Wh-t about M-m?’
‘She’ll come back here.
Some part of her will, anyway.
We’ll f-nd h-r.’
‘-nly f-r a f-w m-m-nts.’
‘Y-s.
-f c-urs-’
The squelching overtakes them.
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