Everyone is able to fall back safely. It looks like the way ahead in the little tunnel in the floor. The Golem can't fit down there. Once the others are removed from the corridor they awaken.
Finally able to awaken, the small halfling woman rubs her eyes. "What happened? Did I fall asleep?" Once she is caught up, she heads down the tunnel in the floor, slowly checking for traps or signs of things hidden as she goes.
Grackle catches up to the others after running away from the stone golem, and holds up a now-very-irate weasel. "The Admiral saved us! All hail Admiral Shplictonshtein Fuzzington the Third!! Huzzah!" the gnome exclaims excitedly.
The weasel, for his part, hisses and squirms, snapping tiny jaws at Grackle's face but unable to reach from where the gnome is holding him.