"I'm not so sure I've got a minute," Chris replies, because he's just tried to wiggle his toes, and it isn't working out particularly well for him. Mostly it feels like he's got these weird sausages attached to where his toes should be, and he can't really feel them against the stone anymore.

"I'm gonna head this way, 'cos it's got to be better than just standin' round here, yeah?" He points in one direction and starts off. Hopefully, it's the right way, or he's probably fucked.