"It took us so many years to get here. Don't act like brats while I try to save the day!" Nolan threw his hand up in the air. "You know what will happen if we fail." His angry whispers were easily heard.
"Nole, we can't help it. We didn't know what we were getting into when you contacted us..." one of the boys spoke.
'Oh, my. This is getting interesting.'
"Even I didn't know what I was doing when I contacted you," his voice seemed defeated. He was scared.
"We need to get out of this mess, man. We can't handle this. I don't want to die." Another said, hysterically.
"None of us want to die. I'm sorry…"
"We need to stop feeling sorry for ourselves. We can't change anything."
"We're trapped."
"What's going to happen?" Asked one of the boys and his question was met with silence. Nolan didn't have the answers. He was in no position to reassure them when he himself was not so sure about what would become of him.
