Hazel pulled and strained on the dresser, but it moved much more easily than she thought it would. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. She got the dresser put back generally where it needed to be and ran back to the blanket rope and tugged- maybe a little harder than she needed to.

"Pull me up!" Hazel shouted up, her voice still hoarse. Terrance and Mark heaved and pulled her up. She finally started breathing easier. When she got her breath back, she finally looked around at everyone. James looked devastated, but she couldn't pull up much sympathy, as much as she felt she ought to.

In fact, now that she was up there, her anger started boiling over.

"No. All those times I was calling for help. Thanks for ignoring me." She announced with venom.