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[code]Reid Farmhouse - Under the Barn[/code]
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Paige was glad to have gone forward into the cave as enthusiastically as she had done, because now all the craziness was happening behind her, and a bit of a headstart was definitely welcome. She didn't especially care about what was going on above them - she wasn't discompassionate towards the others, she just knew that there was nothing she could do to help or hinder them right now, so worrying was pointless - so she just kept moving forwards as quickly as she could. Which, it was worth adding, was not very quickly at all.

For the second time today Paige found herself running away from danger. Running, and not keeping up, watching Hagan and Lynette and the others gradually get further and further away. Running, and being a liability who was, at best, going to get herself killed, and at worst, was going get everyone else killed as well. Running, and hating herself for being the way she was.

On a less dramatic note, though, Paige was genuinely struggling. More and more insects were slipping through the gaps behind her, and those  that were already through were gaining far too quickly. Paige wanted to call for help, wanted to alert the others ahead of her that she couldn't do this, but to do that would be to put them in danger, as well. How could she ask someone to put their life at risk so that she might keep hers? How would she live with herself if they died and she didn't?

Paige wanted to turn and fight, but she couldn't. Nobody could fight a swarm of insects; to try would be a death sentence. Paige just kept limping forwards and hoped for a miracle.