"Yeah, that doesn't mean you stick to 'em." Jet grumbled. He settled a little more against the wall, but didn't lie back down. Albert was probably right, Jet needed more sleep -certainly until his fever broke for good- but Jet didn't really want to sleep more. Albert had been watching over him for more than a day, Jet felt like he was slacking off and putting them in more danger if he didn't do his part.

"You've still got some of that stuff drying, right? Once that's mostly done, we'll go. Till then, you should tell me what the hell happened. I remember thinking I could try to bust through the barrier over this place and free us. Tell me that thing at least cracked or something."