"We'll be straight out," Angus told her. "Don't worry."
"Alright, Mate," Marcus said, "nice and easy, slowly. Shift your weight a bit and put one foot upon the next step." The very instant he did, the step Angus was on and all the steps below it fell down into a deep hole of utter blackness. Angus started to fall, but he grasped onto something and held onto. He wasn't sure at first what it was, and then he saw it was some sort of a tree root that was sticking out of a crack in the mortar between the stones.
"Hiss! Get your hairy little ass down here!" Marcus shouted. Angus now began to remember the last of his dream. He hadn't gotten out after all. In his dream, the steps had given way and he had fallen to his death. He only had perhaps a moment left, and all he could see in front of him was having no more time, that this was all going to end, him and Ruby and everything else, before it had even gotten started. He only had perhaps a moment left, and he had to make it count. And he had to ready himself for one final long fall and then his own death. This was not the way any of it was supposed to be, and it haunted every portion of his soul.
"Marcus, I remember now. I didn't make it out. I fell--right here," Angus said. "I'm not supposed to get out. And I'm not supposed to take you or anyone else with me..."
"Look at me--right this instant," Marcus commanded, interrupting him sharply. Angus looked at him, and what he saw was a man who knew his job and just never ever gave up. "I didn't take this job on to leave one of you lot behind. We don't leave anyone behind. We never have, and we're not starting now. This is where that ruddy nightmare and you part company. You might have died in that dream, but you're making it out in one piece tonight."
"Don't let Ruby..."
"I'm not going to disappoint Ruby. Now, focus. We're getting out. Both of us." Marcus said, "Hiss, go get him!" Marcus ordered. Michael's climbing rope slithered down Angus's arm, down his chest, and tied itself around Angus's waist.
"Need us to haul one of you up?" Michael shouted.
"Make it two," Marcus said, feeling his own step about to give way.
Up on the surface, Michael looked at the others.
"Marcus has him. Help me pull them up, you lot," Michael called to them, motioning to them. Then he grabbed onto the rope himself and started to pull.