Skyler holds up a goo-smeared rope. "Too short."
"You can't get your RV any closer?"
She shakes her head. "Not an inch in any direction. Believe me, I've tried. The heat and the fumes are getting to us." Skyler gives Vance a worried look.
"Hurry, Guth," Skyler shouts, with a glance up at the swarm of impatient aerial scavengers.
Casey scans the surroundings, his face gone pale. "They might not be the only ones looking for a meal."
"OK, OK." You run your hand through your hair as it sinks in that it's up to you to free Darien Vance from this Cretaceous death trap. Darien Vance! If it had been anyone except your worst enemy, there wouldn't be any question that you'd do everything you possibly could ASAP. Seeing Vance helpless, red-faced and wild-eyed, practically hyperventilating, is a turning point. In a flash, you know what you want to do.