Astoria's lip curled slightly at the thought of going down the manhole. Merlin knew how long it would be until she had another bath. She caught the lighter and turned it flint-outward as if it were a wand and she were pointing the business end at Zach.
"I don't like it either, but the other option is to sit and wait for a rescue. We don't have the magic to bring the wall down any more." She thought about it for a moment. "We need to tell them what we're doing. Do you have your journal? Write in it so someone can read it." At least they'll know where we went if they don't find our bodies, she thought but did not say.