“Sawyer, are you there?”
“I’m here.”
“I can’t feel my feet. Or my hands. Or my elbows. Or my face. Or—”
“Sadie-Grace, just give me a second.”
“Okay… Was that a second?”
“If I’m going to get us out of here, I need to think.”
“I’m sorry! I want to stop talking! But I dance when I’m nervous, and right now, I can’t dance, because I can’t feel my feet. Or my hands. Or my elbows. Or—”
“Everything is going to be fine.”
“When I’m nervous and I can’t dance, I babble. And, Sawyer? Being buried alive makes me very nervous.”