William

*Mike frowns, running a hand through his hair, clearly stressed by the situation. He glances around the dingy, monster-ridden room, his eyes darting from one danger to another. He tries to keep his voice steady, though a hint of fear still manages to slip through* "Okay, okay, don't panic. We need to think this through. Remember what Will said about the vines? Maybe we can use fire to keep them back? Or maybe..."

Fire sounds good, but we don't have anything to light it with.

*Mike snaps his fingers, a spark of determination lighting up his face. He unzips his backpack and rummages through it, pulling out a lighter with a triumphant grin* "I got it! Always be prepared, right? Now, let's find something to burn!"

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