"Just get on with it, Stan Lee!" bellowed Chris irately as she searched for a quote, a vein bulging on his forehead as he concentrated. As soon as she started her victory speech, he let go and slid down the rope, flopping on the floor. "Ohman. I hope I don't have to do that again." He moaned and cradled his head. "Fucking headaches..." He stood up, grinning weakly at the compliment. "Cheers." He looked down the dark vent to the left. "C'mon, let's keep going."