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Author's note: I got requests to continue this ^_^ I've been putting it off cause I ran dry of ideas, but I came up with one in the shower last night, so here you go, per request Melissa.
Moonlight Reflections Chapter Eleven Hidden Identities By: NightElfCrawler
"Hello?"
"Yes, Professor Xavier please?"
"Just a moment! (HEY PROFESSOR, PHOOOONE)"
"Ahem, yes, Xavier speaking?"
"Hello, this is Margali Sefton..Amanda's mother?"
"Ah yes, how was the ski trip Mrs. Sefton?"
"Well..I have some bad news..Amanda and Kurt are.missing."
Silence.
"Missing? Tell me what happened."
"Well, they went off skiing and didn't return, we've had the ski patrol looking for them, but..given the circumstances."
"I understand, we'll be right on it immediately and join you up there shortly Mrs. Sefton. Please don't worry."
Xavier hung the phone up and sighed quietly. A relaxing vacation gone wrong..What trouble had Kurt gotten them into now? He honestly hoped the young lad was smart enough to remember his homing beacon. Xavier wheeled down the hall and into Cerebro, and punched up a code, and centered it on the region the kids had been last. The area was silent, but given Kurt's teleportation they could go a further distance. He expanded the search, running a check for the beacon. Unfortunately he found nothing. He took the helmet off and set it down with a sigh.
Hank came sauntering in from behind. "I heard there was a problem."
Charles looked up at his friend. "Kurt and Amanda Sefton have gone missing on their ski trip."
"Oh dear." Hank said with heartfelt meaning. "Have you located them?"
"No, unfortunately they're nowhere in the area.."
"Foul play perhaps?"
"Perhaps.."
"Why don't you try running a search on his mutant pattern. It could be his watch is dysfunctional."
"Ah, yes of course." Charles punched up a few more buttons and concentrated the area again, and a red dot suddenly lit up from the center of the mountain that the skiers used. "Ah it seems he is there after all."
"Either his watch is broken, or there is some other reason we cannot locate him." Hank mused. "The signal is coming from inside the mountain."
"I would make an assumption that they have been taken against their will." Charles said solemnly. "And we will act accordingly. Assemble the X-men left in the manor, for a rescue mission."
Hank nodded, and instantly was off. Within minutes, Beast, Rogue, Amara, and the Professor were all at the X-jet, ready for departure. "As you may know, Kurt and Amanda Sefton have disappeared while skiing. We were able to locate them, inside the mountain. This may mean they have fallen down a crevice and are injured, or they have been abducted. We are going to meet with the Seftons first, then start a search party. I want all of you to work your best, and be careful."
"Hmmf.. leave it to that stupid peasant to get himself in trouble." Amara snorted with indignation.
Everyone gave a small collective sigh, or eye roll, and they entered the Jet and took off.
Margali watched as the group of students and professors walked through the snow, towards the resort. She closed the drapes and turned to her husband, who was pacing the floor anxiously. "I am certain we will find them, dear." She soothed, feeling frustration rising up inside. She never should have let Amanda close to that treacherous..boy. She fumed mentally at herself. She had agreed to let her get close, to find out the truth, on the condition that if he did anything wrong at all, she would step in. This definitely was in the category of taking matters into her own hands.. And here she had been believing the boy was innocent after all. She glanced at her 'husband' who of course knew nothing about this. To him, Amanda and herself were his family, she had married him and bore their child. but it was a complex spell to delude him, so she and Amanda could hide. Margali had never anticipate running into the boy herself, or she would have taken more precautions, but Amanda had confronted her and insisted that Kurt could never have done such horrible deeds, and for her to see herself. She had begrudgingly agreed, and played the part of the surprised mother.
She growled softly and turned, putting on a worried face as the door was knocked upon. She walked over and smiled sadly as the X-men arrived. "Please, come in..we are very upset."
The group entered, and Mr. Sefton politely offered coffee, with a shaking voice. Margali leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Normally should be able to sense her daughter.. But she couldn't..that made her more than worried..
"This is what we will do." Professor Xavier was speaking up. "We'll start a search party, I will remain in the jet for coordination and communication. The moment we find anything out, we'll let you know."
Mr. Sefton nodded tiredly. "yes. thank you.."
"I'd like to go with you." Margali interrupted. The X-men had surprised expressions. "It would give me more reassurance." She added.
Xavier nodded somewhat. "I understand. Very well then, we will set off immediately."
***
Szardos..
His whole blood run cold hearing that name again. But it wasn't Amanda, or Jimaine, that instilled that fear in him...it was the fact that he hadn't realized before, than had only twitched in his memory...
He held his head in his hands, as memories that he wished could stay buried, surfaced to his thoughts, pounding him with their backwash...
He didn't want to believe it.. He had grown up knowing Jimaine.knowing Margali...knowing...
The reality of everything hit him. They had pretended to be someone else. probably to get close to him...what would she have done eventually? Would she have killed him?
He closed his eyes, and images flashed before his eyes.
*** "Hurry up Kurt!" the laughing gypsy girl cried out as she scrambled up the hill. Kurt was bounding up behind her on all fours laughing just as hard as she.
"I'm going to get you!" He caught up with her, and they went into a rolling heap, giggling and carefree.
Their laughter could be heard echoing in the vacant canyons below where only sheep roamed.
It was carefree, being young children, and they were sheltered from the cruelty of the world. Kurt, not allowed to go into town, and Jimaine, a gypsy child, was not welcome in the town. Together they had discovered friendship through each other, and he spent many hours with her at the camps, and she with him at his cozy home.
***
It was a cold dark night, rain threatening to release. Yet the mood inside was worse. "AHHHHHCHOOOO!!!"
"Gezundheit."
"Danke .."
"Aww. poor fuzzy." Her hand petted his head and he grinned stuffily at her through the cold. "I haven't seen you ever get sick like this."
"Well.it hits be really harb." He managed to croak out through sore throat and stuffed nose.
"Well don't worry. Mamma said I can stay here with you as long as you want."
*** Rain slashed down with lightening as he ran, the shouts of angry voices not far behind him. He cried out in pain as he landed on his bad leg the wrong way again, and tumbled down an embankment into a rushing stream of icy water. He gasped for breath and scrambled up desperately trying to evade his pursuers.
"Psssst!!!"
He froze, and was almost afraid to turn around, but then he saw the familiar flashing of golden trinkets. "Jimaine!" He hissed back and limped over to her.
"Good god. come on, hide here.." She pulled him into the concealed hole just in the embankment, behind some vines. No one not looking for it would spot it. Together they crouched there as footsteps splashed in the water, angry shouts passed by, and it grew quiet as the pounding rain once more.
*** Kurt's head jerked up, and he blinked blearily through the dim light for a moment before remembering where he was. He must have fallen asleep. He sighed and slowly sat up on the bed and glanced around his small cell. He ran a hand through his hair, and suddenly realized what had woken him. A soft beeping was coming from his watch, with a red light. He groaned internally. The battery was low. He searched his pockets for the spare watch he had taken with him, and had to rummage a bit, fumbling with zippers before he pulled it out. He pushed the 'on' button, and it went on for a moment, then with a 'fizz' it turned off again. He shook it, and heard some sloshing. He sighed again. Some snow must have gotten into that pocket, melted and gotten into the gears.
He sat down again, anxiously. If he stayed here, the battery would run out, and they would find out what he was anyway. If he left, they may find him sooner...But he couldn't just leave Amanda. Jimaine.. there. Even if the consequences meant facing up to his past, he had to help her and they had to escape. He stood up, pacing once more. He couldn't rely on the X-men coming anymore, even if they had located them and were trying, he only had a few minutes before the battery gave out entirely.
He made his decision.
He peered out the door, and flipped the watch off, just in case he needed the tiny bit of power for something later. No one was in the hall, so he ported out into the hallway, and then began running down the corridor, his hands and feet falling softly on the metal floor. He ran silently down the corridor, his ears kept perked for any noise that showed someone was heading his way. He finally stopped, before the door that led to the room they had been keeping Ama-.Jimaine. He glanced around. It was sure to have a lock, and cameras. If he simply ported in without being careful, they would probably stop them before they escaped. He glanced around, and spotted a storage closet. He quickly walked over, and opened it. It contained some basic cleaning things, disinfectant, mops, buckets.. He glanced up, and spotted what he'd been looking for. An air vent.
He closed the door after him, smartly, though there was no light in there, he could see fine. He tore his gloves off, and climbed up the side of the wall, and stood there, his feet gripping tightly, his tail holding onto the bar used to hang rags to keep balance. He carefully tried pulling the grate. It was screwed in with two large bolts on either side. He glanced around, and as luck would have it, a toolbox lay on the floor, he crept down and rummaged, and quickly found the right size screwdriver that would work. He climbed back up and began working the screws loose. They were tough to get out, slightly rusted and very filthy from being there since the installation. After working them some long tense minutes, hoping no one heard the squeaking, they came out, and he took the grate, and tugged. It came free with a clunk, and he held his breath, but heard no voices or footsteps, and gently put it down on the floor. He then took a breath, and eyed the grate. It was pretty narrow, he wouldn't be able to turn around, but since he had a small frame, he could fit, if he removed his bulky jacket. He sighed regretting having to abandon it, it was a nice jacket, but oh well. He tore it off, and climbed into the shaft wearing only his turtleneck and ski pants. He took time to acclimate to the small space, then thought it might be better if he left no evidence of where he had gone. He crept back, grabbed the jacket and pulled it up with him, then using his tail, gripped the grate, and backed up, and hauled the grate with him. He put it back in place, and hoped no one would notice the missing screws. He then shoved the jacket down another passage, and began crawling on his stomach through the dusty ducts, towards the other room.
His breath threw up plums of dust into his lungs, and he had to resist the urge to cough, since any sound would be amplified to anywhere the ducts led to. He headed as quiet as he possibly could down the duct, until he reached another grate. He slowly crept forward, and peered in. He could see quite clearly, the layout of the room. Jimaine was strapped to the chair, still in the center of the room, the three other women surrounding her. He could hear their voices quite clearly from his vantage point.
"So.. That's what you have been up to..pathetic..such a potential in you, wasted because you have such.useless ideas."
"Why not control him and find out yourself?"
"Exactly..you have the power, and your mother did teach you most of her own knowledge. You could be far greater than you are. instead, you're hiding pretending to be 'human'."
"What is the point?"
"Why even bother asking her. let's just do this and get it over with."
"Agreed. Come on, we'll prepare the solutions. someone go check on the boy.we have no more need for him, dispose of him."
"Right.." footsteps sounded off, and the thud of a door hit, and Kurt carefully peered in, seeing they all had left the room. He glanced around quickly, and saw the cameras mounted on the ceiling in a circular pattern, so no area of the room was uncovered. except the ceiling of course. who would watch that?
He quietly tried pulling the grate out, but it too was adhered, so he did the faster thing. *bamf* He appeared on the other side, clinging to the ceiling still. He glanced down, and saw Jimaine's head stir, at hearing the familiar sound. He slowly crept across the ceiling to the camera nearest, and crossed his fingers that they wouldn't notice quick enough for him to finish the task. He bamfed around the room, disconnecting each cable to each camera, until they were all unhooked, and then jumped down, landing beside her chair with a silent pat.
Her eyes opened, and she smiled distantly at seeing him. "Kurt..knew.'d come."
He sighed quietly, watching her. He felt conflict well up inside of him, seeing her face again. "I have so many questions. but they have to wait.. We must get out of here first." He grabbed the leather buckles and snapped them off quickly, and then helped her up. She was shaking with the effort, so he had to support holding her. He glanced worried at her. "Do you think you'll be able to walk? Or manage to take the trip out of here?" He asked, knowing teleporting with her could have serious consequences if she was weak.
She smiled tightly. "If we don't, they'll kill us anyway.. Risk it."
He nodded once, and squeezed her hand. "Ok.. hold on then."
He ported them back to the safest place he could think of where they could coordinate without being caught. the utility closet. When they arrived, Jimaine groaned slightly, and slumped down looking very pale. He knelt by her and apologized again, then stood up, and listened at the door. He could hear nothing, so slowly opened it a peek. There was no one there in either direction, and no sounds. He closed it again and whispered just to be safe.
"Do you know the way out of here?" She shook her head dully as she gasped for air. He sighed a bit and chewed on his lip. "Well, we can do a couple things. either I can snoop around and see if I can find a way out, or we can go together..either way there's risk..if I go alone I can probably escape faster, and port more. but I'll have to come back for you and that means leaving you alone. If you come we could find it together, but get caught.."
She glanced up at him, her eyes looking a bit foggy. "Go.find the way out.. I'll be fine."
He frowned in thought, wondering if that was the smartest thing, when suddenly, there was a huge explosion just outside their door, that sent both flying back into the far wall of the closet from it's backwash..
Author's note: I got requests to continue this ^_^ I've been putting it off cause I ran dry of ideas, but I came up with one in the shower last night, so here you go, per request Melissa.
Moonlight Reflections Chapter Eleven Hidden Identities By: NightElfCrawler
"Hello?"
"Yes, Professor Xavier please?"
"Just a moment! (HEY PROFESSOR, PHOOOONE)"
"Ahem, yes, Xavier speaking?"
"Hello, this is Margali Sefton..Amanda's mother?"
"Ah yes, how was the ski trip Mrs. Sefton?"
"Well..I have some bad news..Amanda and Kurt are.missing."
Silence.
"Missing? Tell me what happened."
"Well, they went off skiing and didn't return, we've had the ski patrol looking for them, but..given the circumstances."
"I understand, we'll be right on it immediately and join you up there shortly Mrs. Sefton. Please don't worry."
Xavier hung the phone up and sighed quietly. A relaxing vacation gone wrong..What trouble had Kurt gotten them into now? He honestly hoped the young lad was smart enough to remember his homing beacon. Xavier wheeled down the hall and into Cerebro, and punched up a code, and centered it on the region the kids had been last. The area was silent, but given Kurt's teleportation they could go a further distance. He expanded the search, running a check for the beacon. Unfortunately he found nothing. He took the helmet off and set it down with a sigh.
Hank came sauntering in from behind. "I heard there was a problem."
Charles looked up at his friend. "Kurt and Amanda Sefton have gone missing on their ski trip."
"Oh dear." Hank said with heartfelt meaning. "Have you located them?"
"No, unfortunately they're nowhere in the area.."
"Foul play perhaps?"
"Perhaps.."
"Why don't you try running a search on his mutant pattern. It could be his watch is dysfunctional."
"Ah, yes of course." Charles punched up a few more buttons and concentrated the area again, and a red dot suddenly lit up from the center of the mountain that the skiers used. "Ah it seems he is there after all."
"Either his watch is broken, or there is some other reason we cannot locate him." Hank mused. "The signal is coming from inside the mountain."
"I would make an assumption that they have been taken against their will." Charles said solemnly. "And we will act accordingly. Assemble the X-men left in the manor, for a rescue mission."
Hank nodded, and instantly was off. Within minutes, Beast, Rogue, Amara, and the Professor were all at the X-jet, ready for departure. "As you may know, Kurt and Amanda Sefton have disappeared while skiing. We were able to locate them, inside the mountain. This may mean they have fallen down a crevice and are injured, or they have been abducted. We are going to meet with the Seftons first, then start a search party. I want all of you to work your best, and be careful."
"Hmmf.. leave it to that stupid peasant to get himself in trouble." Amara snorted with indignation.
Everyone gave a small collective sigh, or eye roll, and they entered the Jet and took off.
Margali watched as the group of students and professors walked through the snow, towards the resort. She closed the drapes and turned to her husband, who was pacing the floor anxiously. "I am certain we will find them, dear." She soothed, feeling frustration rising up inside. She never should have let Amanda close to that treacherous..boy. She fumed mentally at herself. She had agreed to let her get close, to find out the truth, on the condition that if he did anything wrong at all, she would step in. This definitely was in the category of taking matters into her own hands.. And here she had been believing the boy was innocent after all. She glanced at her 'husband' who of course knew nothing about this. To him, Amanda and herself were his family, she had married him and bore their child. but it was a complex spell to delude him, so she and Amanda could hide. Margali had never anticipate running into the boy herself, or she would have taken more precautions, but Amanda had confronted her and insisted that Kurt could never have done such horrible deeds, and for her to see herself. She had begrudgingly agreed, and played the part of the surprised mother.
She growled softly and turned, putting on a worried face as the door was knocked upon. She walked over and smiled sadly as the X-men arrived. "Please, come in..we are very upset."
The group entered, and Mr. Sefton politely offered coffee, with a shaking voice. Margali leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Normally should be able to sense her daughter.. But she couldn't..that made her more than worried..
"This is what we will do." Professor Xavier was speaking up. "We'll start a search party, I will remain in the jet for coordination and communication. The moment we find anything out, we'll let you know."
Mr. Sefton nodded tiredly. "yes. thank you.."
"I'd like to go with you." Margali interrupted. The X-men had surprised expressions. "It would give me more reassurance." She added.
Xavier nodded somewhat. "I understand. Very well then, we will set off immediately."
***
Szardos..
His whole blood run cold hearing that name again. But it wasn't Amanda, or Jimaine, that instilled that fear in him...it was the fact that he hadn't realized before, than had only twitched in his memory...
He held his head in his hands, as memories that he wished could stay buried, surfaced to his thoughts, pounding him with their backwash...
He didn't want to believe it.. He had grown up knowing Jimaine.knowing Margali...knowing...
The reality of everything hit him. They had pretended to be someone else. probably to get close to him...what would she have done eventually? Would she have killed him?
He closed his eyes, and images flashed before his eyes.
*** "Hurry up Kurt!" the laughing gypsy girl cried out as she scrambled up the hill. Kurt was bounding up behind her on all fours laughing just as hard as she.
"I'm going to get you!" He caught up with her, and they went into a rolling heap, giggling and carefree.
Their laughter could be heard echoing in the vacant canyons below where only sheep roamed.
It was carefree, being young children, and they were sheltered from the cruelty of the world. Kurt, not allowed to go into town, and Jimaine, a gypsy child, was not welcome in the town. Together they had discovered friendship through each other, and he spent many hours with her at the camps, and she with him at his cozy home.
***
It was a cold dark night, rain threatening to release. Yet the mood inside was worse. "AHHHHHCHOOOO!!!"
"Gezundheit."
"Danke .."
"Aww. poor fuzzy." Her hand petted his head and he grinned stuffily at her through the cold. "I haven't seen you ever get sick like this."
"Well.it hits be really harb." He managed to croak out through sore throat and stuffed nose.
"Well don't worry. Mamma said I can stay here with you as long as you want."
*** Rain slashed down with lightening as he ran, the shouts of angry voices not far behind him. He cried out in pain as he landed on his bad leg the wrong way again, and tumbled down an embankment into a rushing stream of icy water. He gasped for breath and scrambled up desperately trying to evade his pursuers.
"Psssst!!!"
He froze, and was almost afraid to turn around, but then he saw the familiar flashing of golden trinkets. "Jimaine!" He hissed back and limped over to her.
"Good god. come on, hide here.." She pulled him into the concealed hole just in the embankment, behind some vines. No one not looking for it would spot it. Together they crouched there as footsteps splashed in the water, angry shouts passed by, and it grew quiet as the pounding rain once more.
*** Kurt's head jerked up, and he blinked blearily through the dim light for a moment before remembering where he was. He must have fallen asleep. He sighed and slowly sat up on the bed and glanced around his small cell. He ran a hand through his hair, and suddenly realized what had woken him. A soft beeping was coming from his watch, with a red light. He groaned internally. The battery was low. He searched his pockets for the spare watch he had taken with him, and had to rummage a bit, fumbling with zippers before he pulled it out. He pushed the 'on' button, and it went on for a moment, then with a 'fizz' it turned off again. He shook it, and heard some sloshing. He sighed again. Some snow must have gotten into that pocket, melted and gotten into the gears.
He sat down again, anxiously. If he stayed here, the battery would run out, and they would find out what he was anyway. If he left, they may find him sooner...But he couldn't just leave Amanda. Jimaine.. there. Even if the consequences meant facing up to his past, he had to help her and they had to escape. He stood up, pacing once more. He couldn't rely on the X-men coming anymore, even if they had located them and were trying, he only had a few minutes before the battery gave out entirely.
He made his decision.
He peered out the door, and flipped the watch off, just in case he needed the tiny bit of power for something later. No one was in the hall, so he ported out into the hallway, and then began running down the corridor, his hands and feet falling softly on the metal floor. He ran silently down the corridor, his ears kept perked for any noise that showed someone was heading his way. He finally stopped, before the door that led to the room they had been keeping Ama-.Jimaine. He glanced around. It was sure to have a lock, and cameras. If he simply ported in without being careful, they would probably stop them before they escaped. He glanced around, and spotted a storage closet. He quickly walked over, and opened it. It contained some basic cleaning things, disinfectant, mops, buckets.. He glanced up, and spotted what he'd been looking for. An air vent.
He closed the door after him, smartly, though there was no light in there, he could see fine. He tore his gloves off, and climbed up the side of the wall, and stood there, his feet gripping tightly, his tail holding onto the bar used to hang rags to keep balance. He carefully tried pulling the grate. It was screwed in with two large bolts on either side. He glanced around, and as luck would have it, a toolbox lay on the floor, he crept down and rummaged, and quickly found the right size screwdriver that would work. He climbed back up and began working the screws loose. They were tough to get out, slightly rusted and very filthy from being there since the installation. After working them some long tense minutes, hoping no one heard the squeaking, they came out, and he took the grate, and tugged. It came free with a clunk, and he held his breath, but heard no voices or footsteps, and gently put it down on the floor. He then took a breath, and eyed the grate. It was pretty narrow, he wouldn't be able to turn around, but since he had a small frame, he could fit, if he removed his bulky jacket. He sighed regretting having to abandon it, it was a nice jacket, but oh well. He tore it off, and climbed into the shaft wearing only his turtleneck and ski pants. He took time to acclimate to the small space, then thought it might be better if he left no evidence of where he had gone. He crept back, grabbed the jacket and pulled it up with him, then using his tail, gripped the grate, and backed up, and hauled the grate with him. He put it back in place, and hoped no one would notice the missing screws. He then shoved the jacket down another passage, and began crawling on his stomach through the dusty ducts, towards the other room.
His breath threw up plums of dust into his lungs, and he had to resist the urge to cough, since any sound would be amplified to anywhere the ducts led to. He headed as quiet as he possibly could down the duct, until he reached another grate. He slowly crept forward, and peered in. He could see quite clearly, the layout of the room. Jimaine was strapped to the chair, still in the center of the room, the three other women surrounding her. He could hear their voices quite clearly from his vantage point.
"So.. That's what you have been up to..pathetic..such a potential in you, wasted because you have such.useless ideas."
"Why not control him and find out yourself?"
"Exactly..you have the power, and your mother did teach you most of her own knowledge. You could be far greater than you are. instead, you're hiding pretending to be 'human'."
"What is the point?"
"Why even bother asking her. let's just do this and get it over with."
"Agreed. Come on, we'll prepare the solutions. someone go check on the boy.we have no more need for him, dispose of him."
"Right.." footsteps sounded off, and the thud of a door hit, and Kurt carefully peered in, seeing they all had left the room. He glanced around quickly, and saw the cameras mounted on the ceiling in a circular pattern, so no area of the room was uncovered. except the ceiling of course. who would watch that?
He quietly tried pulling the grate out, but it too was adhered, so he did the faster thing. *bamf* He appeared on the other side, clinging to the ceiling still. He glanced down, and saw Jimaine's head stir, at hearing the familiar sound. He slowly crept across the ceiling to the camera nearest, and crossed his fingers that they wouldn't notice quick enough for him to finish the task. He bamfed around the room, disconnecting each cable to each camera, until they were all unhooked, and then jumped down, landing beside her chair with a silent pat.
Her eyes opened, and she smiled distantly at seeing him. "Kurt..knew.'d come."
He sighed quietly, watching her. He felt conflict well up inside of him, seeing her face again. "I have so many questions. but they have to wait.. We must get out of here first." He grabbed the leather buckles and snapped them off quickly, and then helped her up. She was shaking with the effort, so he had to support holding her. He glanced worried at her. "Do you think you'll be able to walk? Or manage to take the trip out of here?" He asked, knowing teleporting with her could have serious consequences if she was weak.
She smiled tightly. "If we don't, they'll kill us anyway.. Risk it."
He nodded once, and squeezed her hand. "Ok.. hold on then."
He ported them back to the safest place he could think of where they could coordinate without being caught. the utility closet. When they arrived, Jimaine groaned slightly, and slumped down looking very pale. He knelt by her and apologized again, then stood up, and listened at the door. He could hear nothing, so slowly opened it a peek. There was no one there in either direction, and no sounds. He closed it again and whispered just to be safe.
"Do you know the way out of here?" She shook her head dully as she gasped for air. He sighed a bit and chewed on his lip. "Well, we can do a couple things. either I can snoop around and see if I can find a way out, or we can go together..either way there's risk..if I go alone I can probably escape faster, and port more. but I'll have to come back for you and that means leaving you alone. If you come we could find it together, but get caught.."
She glanced up at him, her eyes looking a bit foggy. "Go.find the way out.. I'll be fine."
He frowned in thought, wondering if that was the smartest thing, when suddenly, there was a huge explosion just outside their door, that sent both flying back into the far wall of the closet from it's backwash..