There was a horrible moment of swinging uncertainty and then the ladders rocked back into place with a thump. Alex breathed out with relief as he clutched the top rung and thanked his lucky stars…falling from this high up on fourteen-rung Zarges wouldn’t be great.
He glanced down at Ben, who should have been footing them for him, but he wasn’t where he should be. He was around the side of the ladders, trying to steady them, lit green in the glow of the lamp Alex was trying to focus. Then Alex winced. Instead of settling back into place, the ladders swung pendulously in the opposite direction, over Ben’s head. f**k. f**k f**k f**k. s**t. Alex was going down with them.
He managed to shout “Below!” as he continued to tip toward the stage and the large papier-mâché frogs scattered about the
