[There's a voice, and for a moment that's as much a new source of terror as it is a relief, until Eleven remembers that she's not locked into pitch black isolation.
Her situation isn't exactly better, but it's different, and the voice helps bring her back to the present. She sucks in a breath that's half a sob and scoots closer to the opening, holding the lantern up to see. Her face, in the flickering light, is pale. There's a trickle of blood smeared under her nose and over her lips, and she looks distraught and strained.]
It broke. Please, I'm...
[The structure lurches, and Eleven yelps again, holds out her free hand to where the rubble is shifting, trying to hold it together just a bit longer, before her wide eyes return to the man return to the man peering through the hole in the roof.]
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Her situation isn't exactly better, but it's different, and the voice helps bring her back to the present. She sucks in a breath that's half a sob and scoots closer to the opening, holding the lantern up to see. Her face, in the flickering light, is pale. There's a trickle of blood smeared under her nose and over her lips, and she looks distraught and strained.]
It broke. Please, I'm...
[The structure lurches, and Eleven yelps again, holds out her free hand to where the rubble is shifting, trying to hold it together just a bit longer, before her wide eyes return to the man return to the man peering through the hole in the roof.]