It takes some stretching. For a few minutes, the tips of Patrice's fingers just barely brush the card, and it looks like they might need to come up with another plan. But then, he's able to knock it free and grab it.

By now, he's spent several minutes in the smoke, and though it's thinner, he can still smell something harsh and sharp. It burns his lungs a little, until it doesn't anymore. Then everything seems pretty... fun. Isn't this all just so funny?