With his kiss on her lips, she followed him with sleep still in her eyes.  They were still only wearing what Tony had given them -- not much -- and she had no idea what time of day it was or how much time had passed.  They needed to get out, and this was the only way to do it.  Matt was her only way out -- her dad.  She watched as he vanished, and for a moment she considered just getting back in the bed and waiting for Tony.  Surely, he was still... around somewhere, right?  They were still given food and water, even if their captor hadn't shown his face in ages.  She'd lost count and there was no clock.<br/><br/>Once through the wall, she tried not to think about the claustrophobia inducing smallness of the crawlspace.  The opening was only twenty feet, and she could see her father shimmying forward, nearly losing his pants to do so.  Any other time, that might have made her smile.  Now, it didn't.  Panic made her sweat.  The sheer dress clung to her.  She crawled forward, inch by inch that gave way to feet.  Almost there, almost there.<br/><br/>When they reached the outer vent, she ran a hand around the outside, seeking the bolts.  How were they supposed to get it off?  Kick it?<br/><br/>She just wanted to get out.  Almost hyperventilating now, her eyes sought his.  She needed his calm, his resolve.<br/><br/>"Let's get out of here," she whispered.