Jamie felt like his insides had turned to ice. He'd been held without much food for four days, and that had been bad enough. He couldn't even imagine dying from lack of food. He wanted to just curl up in a ball in the corner, anything to get away from that voice, but he stayed where he was.
"Obviously, neither of those things is going to happen," Jamie told her, hanging on to her just as tightly. "Like hell am I just going to leave you here. So...any ideas for door #3?"