Jenny wove the ribbon through the chain used in the shaft to lower the bird—their version of equipment to test for toxic gases. Once in the mine, her mantra was, “Please don’t die!” because Beaks was her beloved canary. 

Peter retrieved the birdcage key and drew a deep breath, removing the veil from Beaks’ cage. The raised scar on his right hand reminded him of his last encounter with her; beads of sweat appeared on his brow. He had grounds for concern, but the bird’s assistance was required.

Jenny hit the light switches and watched Peter let go of Beaks.