Run
However, Barbra sees you trying to run and grabs your arm, squeezing
tightly.
"B-Barbra?" you say nervously.
"Do not resist! It is futile. Come." Barbra begins dragging
you. You try to get free, but Barbra continues to drag you along with
seemingly no effort. Dave, fearful you your and Barbra's safety,
complies and follows without force.
"That's it! I'm outta here!" you say. You start running in
the opposite direction.
