Into the bush

Taking a deep breath, Daphne slowly lowered herself down to her knees, looking through the leaves and foliage of the bush. "Bess?" she called again, getting no response from the dog.

It seemed there was no other option. Slowly, she pushed her head into a hole in the bush, crawling into it, feeling the branches and foliage catching at her body as she did so, crawling for a seemingly impossible length of time.

Of course, you're not going to let something like this go. With a click of your fingers the branches snag on her jacket, forcing her to shift and wiggle, and as she stumbles deeper into the bush the jacket is torn from her shoulders.

"What?" Daphne suddenly curses, trying to turn back and find her jacket, but the branches around her keep her moving forwards, unable to turn around.