"I say, grab Hans, get two or three parachutes, and then jump off and from there," Louis suggested frantically, which I looked at him in utter disbelief.
"What? Are you insane?"
"No, I'm being hopeful," Louis explained, as he took a deep breath. It was basically like being in a box, with halls and this random orange light. "Okay, uh, I say we stay here until they land, which then we see what they could be doing."
"What could they be doing? The YMPA has the chip not the BMO, they probably want Hans for—I don't know!" Louis hissed. "We just shouldn't be here, at all."
"I think we should."
"We definitely should not," Louis rejected, but footsteps were nice enough to shut off the rambling that was clearly bouncing off the walls at Mach 10 speed. Louis didn't turn off the light, which was the smart thing to do, but then it could possibly end up being a catastrophic idea.
Catastrophic.
