Flit grabs hold of you and you hold on tight. She gives the rope two tugs which is apparently the signal as you feel the string tighten an you begin to rise upward. It is an awkward manoeuvre to point yourselves back up through the sphincter at the top of the stomach, but finally your prize your way through and you are being dragged uncomfortably back up Rosaline's slimy throat, squashed tight against Flit the whole way.
part way up the throat starts to convulse and you find yourself suddenly jerked downward. You begin to worry as the rope tightens painfully around Flit and the fleshy tube spasms again, threatening to dislodge you.
Outside, Rosaline falls to her knees, choking and clutching at her stomach. Salista carefully holds on to the end of the rope, trying to help extract you by gently pulling. There are a tense few moments before Rosaline coughs, wretches, and your forms tumble from her mouth to splat onto the canteen floor.
There is a moment of stunned silence, then Rosaline bursts into tears. About half an hour of apologies, sobbing and emotional explanations later, the bell rings to signal the end of lunch.
What do you do?
