Bob glanced around at all of them, his expression horrified. "I- I'm going to call the police-"
"No!" Tuck threw his blanket onto the bed to protect his feet from the glass and he climbed back up there to speak to the man better. "No, the- The man who has been keeping us here, he's- He's a bad person, and he has friends on the force." God, he could just imagine Guy showing up and carting them all off to prison. Or yet another dungeon. "Please- Do you have a phone? I can call my detective friend. He works for the NYPD. Detective Michael Angel, if you want to look him up first to make sure-"
"No, no, it's-" Bob just looked relieved someone else was telling him what to do. He reached for his phone and handed it over. "You've been in there for weeks?!"
"Nearly a month for him," Tuck pointed at Scarlet. "Do you have any water? The pipes froze yesterday. We're starving too. The man hasn't come back in a week-"
"Oh, cheezus," Bob hissed. "Look, I have some hot chocolate my wife made. In a thermos. And I can run to the deli just a few minutes down the road. They make some real nice sandwiches. Run by the cutest couple."
God the idea of hot chocolate and a sandwich- "Please," Tuck nodded.
"I'll be back. I promise," Bob said firmly. "I'm not going to leave you boys until we get this sorted alright? We'll get you out of there." He sounded completely out of his depth, but now that he had his instructions, he rushed off to comply.
The second Bob disappeared, Tuck dialled Much's cell number and listened to it ring, hoping Much would answer a call from an unknown number. When the call connected he spoke quickly. "Much, it's Tuck, please God, do not hang up!"
They were getting out of here. Tuck's knees went weak and he sat down hard on the bed, relief flooding his entire body. Oh god, they were getting out.