"I'm not freaking out!" She yells as she continues to scrabble at the sand, pulling it away from the top of the hole in giant armfuls to keep it from sliding down on top of him. "And who'd be nearby? They sent us to a bloody deserted beach! We need to get you out of there. Um... Belt! I'll use my belt. You can grab it, and I'll pull you out.

"Your hands are at the top, right? You sort of fell down like... like one of those wiggly men outside the petrol stations?"

Regardless of his answer to that question, she's quickly sitting up so she can fumble with the clasp on her belt and get that off to snake down into the hole.