human
I can't die, Babs--I can't! I've never thought of it. I'm frightened! Oh, Babs, Babs, think of something--think of a way--Save me! Save me!
gpt
I'll try, Vere, but you must help, you must be quiet! The heat is not so bad here, and if we get on the roof and call, someone may hear us. They will come to look if they find we have gone. Oh, we should never have left that room! Father trusted us to wait for him, but it is too late now... Look, here's a sheet: we must tear it into strips and make a rope. It will be easier that way.