[Ingo continues to pull towards the fog, but he doesn't seem able to do it with much strength. His legs don't feel as if they're attached to him. It's like he's already in the fog, almost, and he just needs to get that last little way towards the others. So Emmet is able to drag him along for the most part, though he stumbles over his feet quite a bit.]
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They...they need help - !