Blake heard the order to get under the bed, but before he moved he watched as Mal tried to punch through the window. The glass looked too thick to be broken like that, but he knew his friend probably had worked out some master plan for how to get it done. Maybe she'd figured out some kind of math thing that would allow her to break through. A moment later he smiled, as she bit back a shout of triumph - she'd punched the window so hard it unlocked itself!<br/><br/>He slipped under the bed, nearly sneezing as his face collided with a number of cobwebs, and felt Mal slide in next to him. He held his breath, and his nose (the sneeze just didn't want to go away), as the door creaked open. A heavy set of footsteps reached the bed, and he heard a whispered curse as two pairs of footfalls plodded rapidly away from them. A moment passed in silence, and with an effort Blake managed to half-turn over so as to see Mallory.<br/><br/>"D'you think they gone?" he whispered, even as the silence around them started to initiate a loud ringing in his ears. Before she could answer, a pair of strong hands seized him around the ankle and pulled, and with a squeal Blake was yanked out from under the bed, sliding out with frightening speed thanks to the strength of the person pulling him.