Fresh Air
Loud stomps were heard charging down the steps. Her body was hurled over a shoulder and ran up the stairs. She thought to beg for her sword. Not a single lick of her voice could pass her lips.
A wave of fresh air inflated Vanessa's lungs. Suns blinded her further, yet reminded her that she could see. A full palm drove across her face. Again to weaker up. Another for good luck. A couple of back hands to help Vanessa regain her consciousness.
"Ow-ho-ho-ho," cried Vanessa, "Logan, stop"!
Jeff stopped, "It's Jeff," Vanessa caught her breath, "Take it easy. I got your side right here," he chuckled, "You messed up my gig. But It's all good".
Vanessa chuckled, "Sorry".
"It's okay," Jeff smirked, "You furry friend told me you were stuck in there. I couldn't get in until it stopped shaking".
Unable to see, Vanessa smiled, "Is a good one that stoat".
Ms. Stoat cuddled to Vanessa's side as Jeff started making fun of her, "You're nearly black as Andres by the way".