The swamp was engulfing all the hallways behind us, and it seemed that he didn't give up, even though he was stopped by me. He released an ungodly amount of mucus-like poison through the holes on my web. I should've thought about that option. He was pursuing us, even though he couldn't move an inch forward.
Francis, though he was fast, still couldn't quite outrun the pace that it was following us. Only if Baulder was here, with us… No, it's really not time to think about ifs - WE had to do something. I glanced over to Caleb, hoping that he'd be able to use his pocket dimension on this scale, but he was just shaking his head. We didn't have an easy way out right now.
