"Uh...uh...maybe!" Chase panted as he began to strip off the half-sopping jumpsuit.
He grunted with effort to get the wet fabric down his legs, tying one of the pantlegs into a loop and ignoring the screaming voice in his head that told him there was no way that this was going to work.
"He's out but he's too far away for me to reach." He shouted back, frantically. He wasn't even sure if he was talking to them or just shouting to keep his own brain in order. He tossed the jumpsuit once, to no avail. "The keys are in his belt but he's laying on them. I have to get him closer."
"I think the kid electrocuted him," Chase heard Oliver say, then continued, "Chase," the man called in a voice that was both loud and centering. "Go to the bed and see if any of the frames are loose enough for you to pry apart without any tools. You can use it to push him over and see if you can get at those keys. Check the ladder, check both bunks. Everybody check your own. We might be able to slide a piece over to 'im."
Unlikely, but what else was he going to do? He was back up on his feet, pulling his mattress until it splashed onto the floor, shaking the pieces of the frame below one by one. "Shit! Nothing's budging!"