"Maybe. We'll just have to keep looking for them." Joyce nodded and they each went about investigating the room and their only means of escape.

Except that Jonathan was already volunteering for something that she would never let him do.

"Not on your life." She rested her hand on his arm. "You may be grown up now but I'm still your mother, it's still my job to see that you're safe." And who knew what blood meant in this place, besides it wasn't as though she hadn't bled in her life before, frequently enough.

"Let me do this, do you have a pocket knife or something?"