You’ve got to get me out of this.
But my hands are tied. Besides, you ought to know better.
That does me no good if I can’t help myself.
It won’t work.
Do you want my help or not.
I’m starting to wonder. What’s freedom like.
Sigh. Another knot.
You’re not ready. Hold on. Untie me first.
I’m trying. Wait.
It’s no use. It’s not worth it.
How would you know.