Holding his breath, trying not to stop himself from hearing something, anything. He needed to know if it was her, needed to hear her and know she was alive. Know it was her and not some sick game to be played with him.

And there it was again. Stronger this time, knowing it was her.

"Close! I can hear you." He moved along the wall, running his hands up and down over the rough surface. "Can you find a window? A grate?"