[She reaches into her pocket for a handkerchief, pressing it over her nose and mouth in the hope that blocking the air will somehow help.
It doesn't.
The only thing to do is press forward and hope there's less mould in the basement. But as Caitlyn stumbles forward, she finds herself nearly losing her balance, forced to drop a hand to her knee to brace herself, eyes shut, as she takes a deep breath.]
We have to-- [Shes trying to say 'keep going,' but a sudden wave of nausea forces her to stop and clench her teeth together in fear that she's about to be sick.]
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[She reaches into her pocket for a handkerchief, pressing it over her nose and mouth in the hope that blocking the air will somehow help.
It doesn't.
The only thing to do is press forward and hope there's less mould in the basement. But as Caitlyn stumbles forward, she finds herself nearly losing her balance, forced to drop a hand to her knee to brace herself, eyes shut, as she takes a deep breath.]
We have to-- [Shes trying to say 'keep going,' but a sudden wave of nausea forces her to stop and clench her teeth together in fear that she's about to be sick.]