You two were running, all you could do at the moment was run.

Some spirit had came and snatched you up while you and the rest of your crew were on a case. You had somehow ended up in hell.

Charles could see how you were clearly struggling to keep going, struggling to get to the top of the stairs.

"Listen here, mate." He grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you a bit. "I can promise you that there's no one else I'd walk into this bloody hell for, so if you could, we need to keep going."