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Jack was losing his strength fast. One moment Bunnymund would appear, and he would rush over to his rescue, and almost make it, and he would disappear again. Running into the situation headlong wasn't going to solve the problem, Jack realized, and so the next time Bunnymund appeared, he hesitated.
"What's wrong, Jack? Are you getting tired?" the voice continued to reverberate across the cave's walls, the force almost felt like it would knock Jack right off his feet.
"Why don't you take a break? Rest a little." And Jack began to agree with him. He wasn't going to get out of here anytime soon, and surely the other Guardians were looking for him. He should just close his eyes and rest a little…
No. this was Pitch's doing. If he fell asleep now, he would be falling right into his claws. Pitch would be strongest in Jack's dreams, even if he was still weakened. Jack had to stay awake and find another way of getting Bunnymund out of here.
"Okay, think Jack," he whispered to himself, his breath swirling around his head and staff. "Every time I get close to Bunnymund, he disappears, so maybe if I keep my distance, I can get him out of here. But how?"
Jack started glancing around the cave, looking for something, anything he could use to move Bunnymund who had disappeared, and reappeared across the room. Then it hit him, his staff! Duh! He was the winter spirit; he could summon any snow or winds he wanted. Pitch must be messing with his mind more than he thought, clouding his thinking.
Jack moved into his defensive position, pointing his staff at Bunnymund who was crumpled in the corner farthest from the tunnel Jack had come in. he then summoned a gentle winter breeze, not wanting to jostle Bunnymund too much in case he was more injured that Jack could see.
At first, the winds weren't strong enough, but Jack used more force, and Bunnymund began to slide across the floor! It grew quiet in the cave, and Jack realized that Pitch had stopped talking. But he didn't focus too much on the matter, now that he had another task at hand.
Painfully slow, Bunnymund moved across the floor, getting closer and closer to the exit, and he wasn't disappearing. He took that as a good sign, but Jack's power was slowly draining, and he was growing weaker and weaker, the pain in his foot only distracting him from what he needed to do. Yet he kept going, and eventually, he got Bunnymund through the broken door.
Just as he was about to follow, the doors slammed shut, locking Jack in. In a moment of panic, Jack used all his remaining energy to summon a large gust of wind to knock down the doors, but they wouldn't budge. Jack crumpled to his knees, and fell into a pile of snow at the base of the door. He was completely exhausted, but at least Bunnymund was outside of the cave.
Now to get outside himself. Obviously these doors weren't going to open, but maybe there was another exit. Jack tried lifting himself up, but he was completely drained. He collapsed down once more, and felt his eyelids grow heavy.
"That's right Jack, sleep." The voice returned, but this time it gave Jack comfort, and he solemnly agreed to its request. He fell into the snow, and closed his eyes, sleep washing over him.