Fear and panic ran through your veins as you held tightly onto Hans, your father’s, hand. His body dangled from the window by your hand, as you struggled to even keep yourself up. John and Holly stood behind you, John mostly just staring at the scene in front of him. Hans’ expression, surprisingly, was one of fear. His breath was quick pants, staring up at you as though you with his only hope, feeling a the sweat between both of you guys’ palms make your hand slowly slip off of his own.