The fresh air slams into our faces as we reach the top of the ladder. “Come on, Rosebud,” “s**t! Munro!” He peers inside, “Take it slow,”
“It won’t hold me,” “Grab my hand,” I reach toward him, “No, don’t let me fall,” The ladder gives in, leaving a scream loose.
I hang from his fingers, “Munro!” He yanks me up into a hug, “Are you okay? There, there, you’re okay now,”
I pant into his shoulder, I can’t help my sobbing, “It’s okay, Rosebud, you’re safe now,” He strokes my hair smoothing, “T-thank you,” “No worries,”
It feels like hours have passed, the sun still burns into our skins, “How far?” He peers at the surrounding area, “We might have missed the hiding, or someone took it,”
Oh, great, just what we need, bandits, “Just stay close, I haven’t been here in a long time,” I though
