"What do we do?" Yorick echoed Sam, pleading in as soft a voice as he could make. They'd have time for apologies later, right now he just needed a way to get them out, and now that the guards had gone he was having a harder time keeping the panic down. This couldn't be like those trips home, none of them he'd heard of had been bad. Not like this. "What can I do, Nat? I don't know how to save you."