Fourth floor all the way down to the kitchen level was rough, especially being practically dragged by Beezey who had grabbed his hand and had pulled him to the kitchen level. Out of breath, Chance let go of Beezey's hand and huffed. "Holy Gamoly!" Chance said between heaves.

He slumped against the wall and huffed out a few more breaths. The excitement was still there, but he needed to breathe. Breathing was always good.