Enos ran up the stairs with anything except grace, toppling down them as he tripped over his own feet in a hurry to get to the jail. After several failed attemps, he slowly, one step at a time, made it up the stairs and over to the cell, seeing Bo grabbing his ankle. "Possum on a gumbush, Bo! Are you alright?!" He quickly fumbled the key into the lock and opened the door.