She could hear him. Not his thoughts. Him. She could hear him, it was short and gone in an instant, but she’d heard him. She was close. She was going to make it, and he was going to be fine. That was what she kept telling herself anyway, over and over. She was exhausted, she didn’t worry about that though. It was going to be fine, it had to be.
Finally, when she felt like she couldn’t run anymore, she saw something…on the ground…or through the ground. It was a hand. It was Peter’s hand! She ran the next couple of feet until she was right there. She was panting and could hardly stand anymore, but she was there.
“I’m here…” She said, though she sounded a little out of breath.
She reached down and grabbed his hand, she didn’t think she was strong enough, but she wanted him to know that she was there, and that she wasn’t gonna leave him.