 Oh, how we drift away from our friends. And the ones back home play remember when
The group was slowly making their way into the looming danger when Lucy could feel the rope behind her go slack and she heard the thud of somebody hitting the ground. With her hand still tightly gripping the rope, Lucy turned around and saw that Archer was on the ground with his arms covering his head, a look of terror on his features.
"Grab my hand," Lucy whispered, extending her free hand as panic set in. She lightly tugged the rope in order to communicate the fact that something had happened. What else could she do? |