Ray smiled. "Good, get ready to catch. One. Two. Three!" He heaved the panel off into Polly's arms, and pulled a blowtorch from the bag, along with a mallet. Ray got to work, heating the panel and began whacking it with the hammer, trying to straighten it. "I'm glad...you're here...Polly." He grunted between words. "I...couldn't..have done this....without you."