"I never said we weren't fine," Dory replied uneasily. Despite his body's reaction to Greengrass, his mind was convinced the walls had closed in another inch. That combined with Greengrass' nearness had his skin crawling with a pressing impulse to flee.

"We can't risk losing the window by trying to widen it lest we get trapped here for days. If one of us can get our hand through the panes then we might be able to summon someone." Dory explained whilst reaching for the knife. To him it was an obvious potential solution, but there was an air about Greengrass that made Dory feel as though he might be mental. "I can charm a letter to go to Hatchitt's desk even if we have the means to write."