They are both running. The lock takes for ever to click, Clara feels the boy lean over her for the door.
‘No you stay here.’
He is past her, ‘No, you, what if she falls?’
Clara stands. If the girl falls, she will catch her. Arms wide under the balcony, a little back, a little nearer, she is not sure how far to stand and with the lights burning and watery eyes she panics and looks for Lyn already fallen.