Jay floats up each flight and keeps lookout as Tim follows. He looks like he's in a fuckload of pain, and Jay tries not to let his own nervous impatience show. He wishes he could help.

"Almost there," he says after a few climbs. "We're getting close to the top now."

And there, godwilling, they will find a safe sturdy room to sit in and play twenty questions until they wake up.

Yeah. This is a great plan.