[color=crimson]"Donny's right,"[/color] Waylon interjected. His voice nearly shook with the intensity of the situation: almost unnerving from a man who usually faced everything with a smile. Odder, though, was the distance in his gaze, as if he struggled to focus on the present. [color=crimson]"Owen, man, leave if you really want to, but if we don't do something-"[/color]

[color=silver]"And what will you do?"[/color] Petra asked pointedly, looking at her brother, and then Donny, expression cold. [color=silver]"We aren't scientists, or doctors, and we have no idea what this gas even does."[/color]

She wasn't sure if her brother even heard her. She needed to get him out of there, before he had a full-on episode. In the back of her mind, she vaguely remembered therapy sessions, discussions of "triggers" and self-soothing techniques, but there would be time to address all of that when they weren't actively breathing in toxic gas.