"Snow?" She feels the ground trembling, her legs shaking down from under her as the rubble descends. She's on the ground, rocks on her back with scattered shards of limber. She slithers forward anyway, ignoring the continued rumbles and protests of steel as she works her way toward where she last heard Snow's voice.

"Snow!?"

Her heart stops, squeezed by a vice. She still moves forward, breath pounding in her ears as she splashes through muddied water and takes in dust filled air. It doesn't matter.

"...Snow?" there's a hole. There's a whole in the ground where there shouldn't be one. Sharp edges marking where wood punched through the false floor. She can't see her friend. She can't see anything.