Amos grabbed his rifle and shouldered it, he was still dazed and had a splitting headache, though he was for the most part alive and aware.

He grabbed hold of the wad of sheets and tugged twice lightly.
He held on tightly as he was slowly hoisted off of the floor and upwards, Terrence and Mark could be heard straining and grunting as they lifted him into the air and finally up into the attic.
As his feet dissapeared over the edge of the trapdoor, the sheets came tumbling down again and dropped in front of Hazel.

"Hurry up Hazel, move the dresser and grab on, it could be back anytime."Terrence called down.


[i](OOC:You can post about them going ahead and pulling you on up into the attic.)[/i]