[ Tyr's more or less forgotten about the clock and can't hear its ticking over his racing thoughts - he's even ignorant to her own situation and the rough, tight hold they have around her arms and jacket as he shouts for her: ]
Rita! Hey-!
[ Help me. His words come out choked enough to give away what he means even if he won't say it. He twists his head away from the ghost, scrunching his head against his shoulder to hide his neck. Flailing with his legs is the best he can do, and even that feels feeble.
The seconds counted down by the clock feel like they're hours apart with the ghosts holding onto them and holding them still as their hands turn their skin cold. ]
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Rita! Hey-!
[ Help me. His words come out choked enough to give away what he means even if he won't say it. He twists his head away from the ghost, scrunching his head against his shoulder to hide his neck. Flailing with his legs is the best he can do, and even that feels feeble.
The seconds counted down by the clock feel like they're hours apart with the ghosts holding onto them and holding them still as their hands turn their skin cold. ]