Elliott and Raphael hastened their strides, their footsteps echoing down the dimly lit house. The urgency in their movements was palpable, spurred on by a sense of impending danger. However, their pace was slowed as they glanced back to find Mr. Foster struggling to keep up, his breath ragged.
"Come on, Mr. Foster," Elliott urged, concern etched on his face. "We can't afford to slow down. The outsiders are getting closer."
Raphael nodded in agreement, his eyes darting around as if trying to spot any signs of danger. "Don't worry, sir. We'll help you. Just keep moving."
Elliott's voice lowered to a hushed urgency. "Raphael, help Mr. Foster. Get him to safety. I'll wait in the car at the end of the alley."
