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"Help! For the love of God help me!" The landlady's cries bring your attention back to the crumbling alehouse. It is evident that she'll need rescuing before it is too late.
Another loud crack of splintering timber has both you and Ned retreating a few more paces, and a cloud of dust wafts out through the open door. Then the noise dies down, and settles into an eerie silence, broken only by the continual patter of rain and the frightened sobs of the landlady inside.
There is shouting from the road and you see that some people have emerged from their shops and houses, and still more leaning out of their windows.
The collapse seems to have halted, and crowds of onlookers are gathering. You stare in disbelief at the state of the building, but you can think of nothing else but the girl, and what might be happening to her now.
"Well then, Alf? Are ye a man or a mouse?"
You look over your shoulder at Ned, who has taken off his jacket, ready to go inside.
« Go Back Another loud crack of splintering timber has both you and Ned retreating a few more paces, and a cloud of dust wafts out through the open door. Then the noise dies down, and settles into an eerie silence, broken only by the continual patter of rain and the frightened sobs of the landlady inside.
There is shouting from the road and you see that some people have emerged from their shops and houses, and still more leaning out of their windows.
The collapse seems to have halted, and crowds of onlookers are gathering. You stare in disbelief at the state of the building, but you can think of nothing else but the girl, and what might be happening to her now.
"Well then, Alf? Are ye a man or a mouse?"
You look over your shoulder at Ned, who has taken off his jacket, ready to go inside.