"I was." There's a little sadness to his voice as he rises up slowly and uses his free arm--the one that isn't hovering near her in case she needs to grab it again--to search the tight walls for a groove or a seam.

"I don't think they want me on the Christmas cards anymore."

His breath hitches as he finds a few grooves. "I'm going to push on this wall, but I don't know what could be on the other side if I get through. Get ready to stay behind me."