[A part of Chrissy wants to make herself as small and quiet as possible, so she doesn't get in his way. He doesn't need that though, at least not right now. He needs her by his side, helping him work through this. She stumbles her way off the bike and hurries along after him, her much smaller limbs working double time to keep up.
Her tiny hands come in useful for weaving out the slats from the chain link fence. There's plenty of pieces of wood strewn about now too, and she jogs over to collect some of the better looking ones.
When her arms are full, she stands there among the burning wreckage and hesitates saying anything. She wants to ask what he's planning, but it feels like she'd just be in the way if she did. So she returns back to his side, following along after him and trying to add even more to her already full load.
The sound of sirens off in the distance get her to look back toward the road. Apparently someone had either heard or seen that blast and called for help. They sound far enough away it's not a pressing concern, but she can see how it would become one in a few minutes.]
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Her tiny hands come in useful for weaving out the slats from the chain link fence. There's plenty of pieces of wood strewn about now too, and she jogs over to collect some of the better looking ones.
When her arms are full, she stands there among the burning wreckage and hesitates saying anything. She wants to ask what he's planning, but it feels like she'd just be in the way if she did. So she returns back to his side, following along after him and trying to add even more to her already full load.
The sound of sirens off in the distance get her to look back toward the road. Apparently someone had either heard or seen that blast and called for help. They sound far enough away it's not a pressing concern, but she can see how it would become one in a few minutes.]
We need to go soon. How much more do we need?