You move toward the exit of the ear almost on instinct. You're not totally sure of whose ear you're in, and you don't want to try to get her attention until you're sure that she's someone that can help you. Reaching down to your wrist, you activate the emergency locator beacon -- but you know that it could be years before another patrol sweeps this system. Realistically, you're going to have to survive until then -- God help you.
Still, your best bet to survive is not to do it in the depths of a kid's ear. And so you head for the light, occasionally stumbling as the girl moves her head, occasionally clapping your hands over your ears as she talks, her booming, almost incomprehensibly loud voice overwhelming you.
As you get toward the edge of the ear canal, you realize that you're not entirely sure of where to go from here. Of course, you've been traveling along the girl's ear canal; it's possible -- just possible -- that even now, you're triggering an itch that she feels like she needs to scratch....
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