'Are you all right, Lydia?'

 'I think so.'

 'We're going to have to climb out. I'll go first, then help you.'

 'Very well. Ouch!'

 'Sorry.'

 By the seemingly excessive use of his elbows and knees he managed to clamber out of the door, which was now on the top. He reached his arm down to me. I took his hand. 

 'Ow!'

 'What is it?'

 'My ankle. I think I've sprained it.'

 'Right. Well, I'm sorry, but I think you will have to come anyway, even if it hurts.'

 'It really hurts.'

 'I know. I can't feel my hand anymore. That's it!'

 'Ow!'

 'Come on, darling, you can...

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