[As soon as she's sure he's climbing, Heather turns and dives back down the mountain of trash, twice as nimble now that she doesn't have L on her back. Moving in quick, all-fours bounds like some kind of feral beast, she's charging the approaching Closer head-on, although a blunt impact doesn't seem to be her aim...]
[Meanwhile, the little crevice looms closer... if L should reach it, he'll find a little alcove, just small enough for someone a little bigger than Heather to squeeze inside. At the back, there's a busted TV set... blaring static.]
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[Meanwhile, the little crevice looms closer... if L should reach it, he'll find a little alcove, just small enough for someone a little bigger than Heather to squeeze inside. At the back, there's a busted TV set... blaring static.]