It was like a scene out of a horror movie, not that Neville had ever seen one, but he had quite a vivid imagination when it came to horrible things. For a second his heart jumped into his throat when something came at him out of the coffin, though perhaps he should have expected it - it took him a minute or so to get a grip on himself. "Ellie?"
Mouth dry with horror at her state, he tried to help her up, but she was too intent on trying to scratch her way out of the six foot hole. "Okay, okay..." he said, doing his best to be soothing, though his own nerves were tight as bow strings. He felt incredibly vulnerable down here, not even able to see around. What if the bastard came back and filled in the hole with both of them in it? "It's okay, come here, I'll help you. Can you stand? Ellie... shhh. Calm down. Breathe. If you stand up, I'll give you a boost up, okay?"