[Somebody will be able to sew that, but probably not Beau. Regardless, that's hardly the issue now, and Beau makes a mental note to ask what Tartarus means whenever she gets out of here.]

There's nothing! It's just-- dirt, sand, nothing!

[She tries to reach up again, but as soon as she does, she can feel a slight tremor in the hole and sand starts to pour in on her head, making her sputter and tilt her chin back down.]

Fuck, and now it's in my mouth. You're probably gonna need to dig, it's not stable!