Jack:
Isabelle, hold on tight.
[grabs a liana he has cut in the giant tree]
Jack:
Ready?
Isabelle:
No...
Jack:
JUMP!
[they jump from the falling tree, hanging on to the liana. They swing around the tree before the tree begins to fall alarmingly fast and they are headed for the ground]
Isabelle:
Jack, hold me!
[Jack sees a haystack, aims for it and lets go. They hit it, but keep gliding forward in the mud, heading for a sharp farm object. They stop just in the nick of time for hitting it]
Jack:
Well, that worked out better than I expected.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:26