“Let me out!” the small woman that should have run when she had the chance said as she continued to pound on the pantry door.
“No,” he said even as he yanked the chair away from where he’d had it wedged beneath the doorknob and opened the door, needing to see with his own eyes that she was really unharmed. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he was already shutting the door and shoving the chair back in place to keep her from getting herself in more trouble.
“We need to leave, Trace,” she said, sounding frustrated as he stood there, taking in the destruction surrounding him and-
“Thank y-oh, come on!”his wife said with an exasperated sigh when he opened the door only to immediately shut it again after he ran his eyes over her one more time.