There we go. Locked tight. That should—that should hold, right?

jogging up, dripping onto the marble floor, a wild grin on his face Dude, that was insane! I’ve never run that fast in my entire life!

bent over, hands on her knees, gasping Insane? Pat, we almost died. My lungs are on fire.

leaning against a pillar, scanning the group with a steady gaze Everyone got everyone? We’re all here?

counting on her fingers, ponytail dripping Okay, okay—yeah, I think we’re all good. That was close. Too close.

wringing out her sleeve, voice tight but controlled The mall manager said it’s just the first wave. There’s more coming. Bigger ones.

flat, unimpressed tone from somewhere behind the group So we’re stuck in a building with piranhas outside and no boat. Great.