Cora ran at full speed, knowing the call for help could be a trap. If it wasn't though, it meant she wasn't alone and it meant someone was in trouble. She barely noticed the ground crumbling beneath her feet until the voice called for her to stop. The redhead stopped dead, looking down at the grassy floor and furrowing her eyebrows. She could see that the floor wasn't stable, but it didn't seem to properly break where she was. Her eyes scanned across the floor until she noticed the hole in the ground - the voice that she'd heard had come from there.<br/><br/>A male's voice. He sounded panicked, weak. She wondered if he had been in the maze the same amount of time as her. Perhaps longer? Was he part of the rebellion? Did they know each other? She tried to focus on his questions rather then her own.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay." She said to herself, stepping forward lightly as she tried to keep her balance. "I'm heading to you now, hang on." She replied to the voice, slowly crouching down to the floor so she was crawling. She figured she'd move steadier on all fours. "I'm Cora, you? Are you hurt?" The woman asked, trying to keep the panicked stranger talking so he'd calm down.<br/><br/>The grass felt much more artificial now that she was concentrating on it. Her hands pressed into the floor, stinging her slightly from the small cuts she'd got from trying to climb up the hedges. She hadn't realised then how far the council had thought about the maze, but the small thorns had sliced her up bad enough for her to finally understand. Everything had been carefully thought through, perhaps even this had been planned.<br/><br/>The redhead had finally reached the edge of the hole, her fingers gripping around the edge as she peered down.