"Get out first, worry about surviving the day later," Jacob says, panting a little around the words and some of the good humour gone as he has to leap the gap that's opening up in the stone to get onto the first flight of stairs.

The truth is, he doesn't know. He hopes the Hand might turn up sooner rather than later, maybe there is some magic that can help. He just doesn't have the answers yet. He wishes he did.