Ward gave Simmons an uncharacteristically big hug. He wanted to tell her to be careful and that she could do it through the hug.
He and Skye watched her leave. They could see her talking to herself as she left and realised she was formulating a plan.
Even though they had got her the best head start possible they were still worried.
Ward and Skye set off down their indicated path. They barely made it 500 metres when something swooped down and landed on Skye's head.
She screamed and started batting at her head sending her hair flying.
"Skye. It's ok. It was just a bat." Ward tried to tell her to calm her down, but she didn't hear him, so he grabbed hold of her wrists to stop her moving.
"It's gone." Ward reassured her when she finally looked at him.
Skye let out a whimper and threw herself into Ward, who held her tight, and sobbed.
"It's ok. I've got you." He reassured her, stroking her hair.
Simmons was walking down the path. She was convinced it was getting darker with every step that she took.
The scientist in her tried to reason that this couldn't possibly be true, but the trees had become thicker and more dense.
She suddenly heard movement in the bushes to her right and froze in her tracks.
"Don't panic. It's probably just a badger, or a fox, or a man eating hell hound. Don't be stupid Jemma, hell hounds don't eat men!" she said to herself.
The rustling got louder and louder until a black and white nose peeked out from underneath the bush. Simmons let out a long slow breath and watched as the badger scuttle into her path.
A dog howled in the distance making the badger run off.
This reminded Simmons of what was to come and she set off again.
It took her longer to reach the kennels than it did the others, but when she did she was overwhelmed by the sheer number of dogs there were. She walked over to the box with the number '4' on it and opened it. Feeling around the box she found what she was looking for, grasped her hand around it and placed it into her backpack.
Coulson heard the dogs barking again and indicated they should climb to the top.
"If it's Simmons I would rather not watch." Fitz said, turning the pieces of their escape over and over in his hands. He was trying to figure out how they all fit together.
Coulson and May climbed to the top of the hay bales and looked to see who was about to run and how much of a head start they had.
They realised it was Simmons pretty quickly, as they could see her tall, slender figure shaking violently as she approached the gate.
From where they were they could see she had a pretty good head start.
"Release the hounds."
The gate rose and Simmons set off running. She ran faster than Coulson thought she could, but the dogs were catching up to her.
"Come on Simmons!" Coulson yelled.
"You're nearly there!" May shouted at her.
"Go! Go! Go! Go!" Coulson started repeating over and over again, willing Simmons to pick up her pace.
She was gaining on the ladder. She was not going to make it.
May and Coulson looked at each other before May climbed back over the wall and, holding onto the ladder, she held one arm out for Simmons to grab onto. The second May's hand closed around her arm she pulled her clear of the dogs. May made sure Simmons had hold of the ladder before jumping back over the wall to Coulson. Simmons appeared to have frozen on the ladder.
"Fitz. Do you want to help here?" May asked, realising that he would be the only one able to talk her into moving.