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Finley felt the touches of her goddaughter and her son as they tried to comfort her. She heard Lagan's words touching her ears. She felt as though these sensations were far away, as though coming at her though a tunnel. They were muted, dull, incomprehensible. Her vision was perhaps sharper than it ever had been though as she stared, unblinking at little Mumble's body.

A rush of anger surged through her suddenly, splitting apart the sorrow like the parting of the Red Sea. Her lips peeled back as she began to growl, her eyes lifting finally to stare ahead at the caved in entrance. Her limbs were trembling. She was like a dragster, waiting at the starting line, revving its engine with a furious snarl of the engine that echoed her own voice.

That was the only warning Finley gave to her family of the crazy thing she was about to do. She sprang forward down the tunnel suddenly, running at top speed and flinging herself violently against the wall of ice and snow. A shard of ice sliced against her shoulder and she banged her cheek just beneath her eye hard into the wall, but was ignorant of the pain or even the scent of the blood that spilled from both wounds. She tore at he wall with wild abandon, though it had never done her any good the attempts she'd made before, though it tore at the pads of her feet and made her starving muscles scream with hurt.

They had to get out of there.

She had to get her family out of there.

Fuck everything else.