Blake frowns. "You got it, kid," he says, spying the next spot for Dick. It doesn't look good, and Blake says as much. "Prepare yourself. 'Bout five feet ahead, not a good square." And he feels tense looking at it, realizing that they're so close and yet it feels so far. Arms wrapped around himself as he tries to ward off a chill from being soaked and afraid, he convinces himself not to worry prematurely, but considering what they'd just gone through, it's hard not to.