[The hand retreats at first, surprised by the return of someone's voice before the hand gropes back at the air, straining in Reid's direction. The basement is dark, flooded in inky blackness but the flashing lights in the background briefly illuminate a small face. Blue eyes wide and expressive, the child struggles to get closer to the window frame.
"Help! I need help -- I can't get out. I cut my hand when I tried and it hurts real bad." The child holds up their other hand, a dark shape leaking darker blood. "Please, help. It's hot in here."]