“Hope,” Waltraud yelled as she and the Doctor were pushed and prodded by the imps, “for what?”
“That my friends and your son can stop this.”
“Christophe? You’ve seen him?”
“In a car with Helen and Liv. With luck, they’ll make their way to the castle and my ship.”
“It doesn’t matter, we’ve bigger problems.” They’d reached the edge of the pit and heat from the flames rushed up into their faces. “Here, take my hand.” His fingers brushed Waltraud’s but she was too far away. With a last shove from the imps, they both fell into Hell.