[ Roxas' chin snaps up, following her eyes. His own widen as he takes in the ladder, already trickling with a steady stream of sand, rickety and strange. This whole thing is so familiar in a way that makes his head pound. He knows what to do, doesn't he? He should, he can... he can jump for it, probably. Right?

He turns on his heel. ]

You think you can lift me?

[ Given that Roxas is all of five-foot-five, he's really going to need the boost. ]

If I can just get up a little bit, I can jump for it. I think that's our only shot.