Well, if the lady demands it. He shuts his eyes tight, feeling like an idiot, and imagines them a way out. And hell, it works out all right--when he opens them again, there's a brick wall right in front of their noses, a few bricks sticking out far enough to grasp. Sunlight pours down on them through a ragged hole in the ceiling.

For a Drake, it's as good a solution as anything, possibly better. This'll be fun.

"You wanna go first, I'll catch you if you fall," he says cheerfully, like she obviously knows the rough-and-tumble art of freeclimbing his subconscious.