Through the static, the Intercom crackles: "Signal received, coordinates logged. Hold tight, we're coming for you." You lean against the wall, feeling for the first time that you might actually make it out.

Through the static, the Intercom crackled to life: [Signal received, coordinates logged. Hold on, we're coming for you.] She slowly slid down the wall and sat on the floor, her eyes welling up—she really could make it out of here.

Through the static, the Intercom suddenly crackles to life: [Signal received, coordinates recorded. Hang in there, we're coming to get you.] You lean back against the shelves and slowly sink down, letting out a long breath. This shipment finally has someone coming to pick it up.