[Frowning slightly, Mary stoops to check out the wheel. One of the struts is broken, and she's pretty sure she can make a copy to fix it at least. But risking freaking out Mattie? Is that worth it?]

We're a few miles out. And the fog is...pretty dense.

[She stands up, dusting off her hands.]

I can maybe fix it. You just have to promise not to freak out on me, okay?

[And before either one of them can say more, a low, echoing moan fills the air. A chest rattling, groaning noise...]