As though he understood what I meant, he scooped me up once more and turned, carrying me toward the entrance to his own little tunnel. He squeezed into it, carefully nudging me to go ahead of him. I tried to move forward but smacked my head on the rocky ceiling, not realizing that it suddenly moved sharply up. I tried to reach, but the ledge was high enough that the tips of my fingers barely came close to the top. I needed another foot under my belt to reach that lip. I should, by all means, be making a run for it, but I also think I must have passed out beneath that tree in the woods and was
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