The golden-haired cherub-faced journalist continued to fumble expertly through the magic runes when, to his surprise and horror, he had been struck not once, but three times.  His body clattered against the hull of the digging mechanism, and he rolled unto his stomach, not at all in possession of his senses.  He heard curses and crashes behind him, but did not turn to look because he was stuck.  He heard his name, but that was overshadowed by the clanking of this sinister machine.<br/><br/>Then he felt a pull at his shoulders, and he was confronted with the amiable, ever-changing face that belonged (at times) to Sam.  He watched her lips move, and then watched as she kissed him.  The sensation that coursed through his limbs was strange to him, because he had associated it to something akin of falling in love.<br/><br/>"I seriously hope that this isn't one of those situations," he began, breathlessly,  "where I say that I'm not in love with you but I really am.  My mother will be sorely disappointed if I bring you home."  With that, he sat up, rose to his feet, and moved towards the shaft and, not particularly gracefully, dived through the hatch.<br/><br/>(Garrett rolls a natural one, but has a +24 bonus to escape artist).<br/>