That was it. He was wasting his time. Sam landed a sharp kick to the door before he turned around angrily, eyes flashing at the only thing that he could truly blame for their suffering right now: the furnaces. Why didn't he have some kind of cool ice ability? Ice. He closed his eyes at the thought. Cold ice, running down his back, battling the wave of heat that had taken him over. Sam groaned. That wasn't helping at all.
He felt stuffy. The air was thick. His chest was aching, begging him to draw in more oxygen while Sam did his best to limit it all. The idea of him sucking up all the air, leaving Faith to die, it didn't sit so well with him. He decided to take smaller breaths, which...didn't help with his head at all. Swaying in place, Sam blinked a few times before he spared another glance at Faith. Lying there on the floor like that, half naked. Maybe she'd let him climb on top of her.
Maybe he'd get a pony for his birthday too.
Sam didn't like the idea of sitting around and doing nothing. Yet at this point, it seemed like the only option that they had. He had checked before; his phone had been swiped, he assumed that Faith's had been as well. There was no way to tell anyone that they were here. The worst part was that Sam worried that on one at home would even miss him being gone. He already was gone seventy-five percent of the time anyway. What was one more night?
"And if they don't find us?" He stood uncertainly. "Then what?" He didn't even need for Faith to respond to that one. The answer was simple. They would die. Together.
He looked horrified at the thought. "I can't let you die," he muttered hoarsely, hands rising to his face in dread. "Not another one."