"Yes? Go on."

"You're probably gonna bleed to death before I get you out."

"No, no, won't bleed to death. It doesn't run in the family. Besides, I think most of the cuts are only skin deep. Maybe one or two worth fretting over, but I've still got my neck. Juggler veins are working perfectly and ..."

Jenna listened to him talk while she struggled to maneuver her body around the desk. Pulling on one side, she managed to move the corner nearly six inches away from the other desk.

"Hey, watch it will ya. Dust is falling everywhere. Warn me next time so I can cover my good eye."

"Okay, Mister Cranky. You don't need to take it out on me. Cover your eye." She wedged her body between the desks and shoved hard until the heavy desk moved another five inches. "How am I doing?"

Tim lowered his hands and looked, "Good. Real good for a kid. Another shove should do it."

"Okay. Cover your eyes now." Jenna groaned and applied all her strength. The desk moved another four inches.

"My hero," Tim said. He waited just long enough for her to move out of the way, then crawled on all fours until he could stand up.

When he turned to face her, she gasped. Splinters of blue tinted glass dotted his face and a jagged, one and a half inch piece jutted out of his forehead. Blood still oozed from the wound, dripping into his right eye.