She reached out and took his hand in her own. He couldn’t feel her through the thick gloves they both wore, but he knew she was squeezing his hand. “Don’t sacrifice your life for him, Jim. Sometimes… sometimes you just have to realize that there’s nothing more you can do. But here? Us? We can get out of here. We can go out, we can make a plan, and we can try to figure out a way to save him. Going back into that –” she pointed, “It’s idiotic.”
“I’m going anyway,” he said. “And you need to get out of here.”
“If you’re going, I’m going,” she said. “Plus, what kind of plan do you even have?”
“Not a very good one,” he admitted.
“Well – spit it out,” she snapped. “If we’re going to stick around in this hellhole longer than we have to be, at least do me a favor and let’s get on wit
