Alec turns the corner of the hedge corridor just as the girl up ahead steps into the water. He stops like a wild animal hearing a crack of boot on twig, staring at her back in a game attempt to make a judgment call.
That goes to hell pretty much immediately, which figures.
He fumbles at the rust-stained poncho tied around his waist as he heads over to the drowning girl, unwrapping it and twisting it into a loose rope. He's on his knees next to the watery trench before he starts thinking about what he's doing, and the half-assed poncho rope is already thudding onto the water and almost instantly starting to come apart into a loose drape.
"Grab on," he tells her, doing what he thinks is an admirable job keeping his general irritation constrained. It's not for her - whoever she is - and it probably wouldn't make her latch on to the offered help any faster.
"And don't pull me in," he adds, raising his voice slightly over the general aquatic commotion of it all.
into the maze
That goes to hell pretty much immediately, which figures.
He fumbles at the rust-stained poncho tied around his waist as he heads over to the drowning girl, unwrapping it and twisting it into a loose rope. He's on his knees next to the watery trench before he starts thinking about what he's doing, and the half-assed poncho rope is already thudding onto the water and almost instantly starting to come apart into a loose drape.
"Grab on," he tells her, doing what he thinks is an admirable job keeping his general irritation constrained. It's not for her - whoever she is - and it probably wouldn't make her latch on to the offered help any faster.
"And don't pull me in," he adds, raising his voice slightly over the general aquatic commotion of it all.