Onward we ascended, scaling the rooftop with a tenacity fueled by necessity. The building offered no benevolent windows or accommodating doors through which we could glean any insight into the perilous situation below. Louis muttered a frustrated expletive, snapping his fingers with an echoing resonance that seemed to stretch into the boundless horizon.
"How on earth are we supposed to... wait," Louis mused, his voice tinged with a glimmer of hope that I expected would quickly dissipate. Yet, to my surprise, it didn't. He crouched down, pressing his ear to the rooftop. Silence enveloped us, broken only by the rhythm of our breathing. Then, a smile crept onto his face. "Down," he ordered succinctly.
