The tension in the room grew as Martha struggled to hold on. The creature was becoming more frantic, and the glass began to vibrate with its movements. "George, do something!" she cried out, her voice breaking. George looked around, desperate for a solution. He grabbed a towel and pressed it down on the glass, adding his weight to hers. "Just a bit longer," he whispered. Martha nodded, but inside she was screaming, every second feeling like an eternity.