He trampled over the bodies of several goblins – unconscious or dead, he didn't know, but their bodies were both firm and horribly squashy under his feet, and he felt sick to his stomach. His mind was racing, impaired by the head wound he'd received – dulled, panicking, slow. If Hermione had hid, if she hadn't been grabbed, then they had a chance. They had a chance to get out.