His teeth chattered, not from the cold but fear. He pulled Diane away, heading back to the direction whence he came.
But Diane protested. “Stop it, Mark!” She tried to withdraw her arm, but Mark held it fast and firmly.
“No, you don’t understand,” he shouted. He could feel the sweat breaking out throughout his body. “We’ve got to get out of here!”
Diane knitted her brow. “He was here! I saw him with my own eyes!” she yelled back. “We just need to figure out where he went and how he managed to disappear!”
Mark said nothing. He wondered how much it would take him to drag Diane out of here. Why can’t she let go of her stubbornness for once?