Jamie found himself detached from his body, watching helplessly as Sheik pulled him behind the rock. He would be fascinated - if he wasn't furious at himself for not being clearer about how to stop the Macra. He can see the pipe where the gas that it fed off of was coming from, only a short distance away. If Sheik could find the pipe and block the opening, the creature would drop into state of semi-hibernation and they could get away.

The Macra moved down the tunnel towards Sheik. The passage seemed to be narrower here, and it was a tight fit for the large creature. It swung one massive claw out in an attack despite the limited room. The edge of the claw caught an outcropping of rock, smashing it into smaller pieces. One of the pieces bounced onto the pipe with the sound of rock striking metal, then fell, partially covering the opening.

The amount of gas being pumped into the tunnel dropped, and as the Macra went to attack again, it seemed to be moving slower than before. Jamie felt himself being pulled back into his dream-body, and didn't resist.

He started to come to, coughing again as he inadvertently took a deep breath of the gas already in the area. "Och, my head." He still felt very dizzy, and wasn't sure if he could stay conscious for long. Trying to raise his voice enough to be heard over the sounds of combat, he called, "Sheik...the pipe. Block the pipe!"