Caitlin listened to the quiet. Pete had hoisted her under one arm and thrown her into the back of the car, then Frank on top of her. She'd heard the back door slam shut, then the front and then... The thunderous roar of things hitting the car. Terrifying screeches of tortured metal. Frank shouting and swearing at the top of his voice in the cacophany of giant slabs of concrete battering the car and throwing them about. Momentary awareness of falling, coming to a stop and then falling again and again. Until...
The silence was deafening.
"Dormouse? What just happened?"
"++ The building was collapsed on top of the vehicle ++"
"The, the entire building?"
"++ Correct. Approximately forty six thousand tons of concrete, steel and glass ++"
They were buried. She was buried! They were in a car shaped coffin. She felt the panic begin to grip her tightly. The confines of the Dormouse armour did not help. She started to struggle underneath the weight of Frank, even though she couldn't actually 'Feel' him on her back.
The weight lifted as he moved onto the back seat and she started to thrash about
"I! I! Let me out! Let..." Tears blurred her vision as she battered against the door, trying the handle, but nothing moved.