Look, guys, I don't know what sort of game you're playing going to sleep at this early hour, but I think you've lost Sam. I'm hearing her up above me in the east wing, stumbling around and mumbling to herself....shit, that was a scream.
No time for theatrics and parenthesis this time around, blokes. I'm taking my equipment and I'm going to bring her back down to the garage, okay? I'm bringing my phone, I will keep in contact.
I'm going for it.