[Spike doesn't have to tell him twice. Now that the groundskeeper knows for sure that they're there, he doesn't have to try to be stealthy. Norman puts as much speed into his legs as he can - he's got a bit of a limp from landing rough on one knee back in New York, but he manages, heading for the cemetary gate. his boots churn up loose soil in places, and as his heart starts to pound and the adrenaline kicks in, he's a little more sure in his stride. still not as fast as he used to be, but at least he's not fumbling on the edges of graves anymore, or noticing the pain as much.]
C'mon-! We can make this...!
[it's not far, now, he thinks, not bothering to look over his shoulder. he just has to trust that the other man is coming, listen for his footsteps behind, and keep his eyes forward to make sure he knows where he's going. the biggest factor now, he thinks, is if they have enough of a lead on the groundskeeper to beat him out of there to safety ... and if he'll stop once they reach the gates or not]
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C'mon-! We can make this...!
[it's not far, now, he thinks, not bothering to look over his shoulder. he just has to trust that the other man is coming, listen for his footsteps behind, and keep his eyes forward to make sure he knows where he's going. the biggest factor now, he thinks, is if they have enough of a lead on the groundskeeper to beat him out of there to safety ... and if he'll stop once they reach the gates or not]