
Brianna reaches out to the bread bag and gasps in excitement.
Can Ronald see me? What if I have just one piece....with only a little bit of jam? She sits there, torn for a moment, then grabs the loaf and shoves one full piece of bread in her mouth.
Still chewing, she says,
"Mmm.....um.......R..rona...ld (gulp)...mm.....I found........smack smack......a loaf of b..bread.....(munch munch)......(swallow). You wanna piece?" Just then, there is a terrible, groaning screech and the room gets icy cold. An upwelling of icy cold air surges into the room, welling up from the basement floor, moving up in a horizontal barrier of coldness. Ronald and Brianna hear a terrible cry of terror and pain come from somewhere, muffled, in the hospital.
"Now! Let's go now!!! They'll be distracted!!!" Brianna grabs the loaf of bread and tries to shove it into Ronald's back pack, then grabs as many of the cans as she can before heading for the rope ladder.
"So am I allowed to know the plan, Ronald?" she says in a panic stricken voice.
[O.C. If Ronald doesn't let her shove the bread into his back pack, she throws it aside.]