Rye's eyes bugged out when Emery crawled through the torrent water glistening off her mocha skin. There was no time for appreciation as her words stirred him to action. Instead of just saving himself, he tossed her the rope, hoping she would tie it around her waist as his was around his. He counted to ten mentally and then turned his back to her, working his way across the running water that ran over the lip of the cave. Slipping twice,, Rye banged his head painfully but managed to get to the outside.<br/><br/>"Talk about going from the frying pan into the fire," he muttered as the entire sky seemed to pour around them and the unnatural lightning stabbed the ground around them. "We need to get to shelter and higher ground," he shouted to Emery. He pointed toward the river that was rising quickly.<br/><br/>Two ways presented themselves. One way was the field of grain. It sloped slowly higher but would flood easily. The other way was over the cave where they would be prime targets for the electrical charges. Neither way provided protection from the elements. Rye frowned.<br/><br/>"Any ideas?" he asked the girl. Rye knew she had to be cold but there was no time for him to pull out the blanket which was sodden anyway. At this point, they could worry about surviving and take care of details like being warm later.