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Raphi stared through him as he spoke, only half listening as she wracked her brain for escape ideas. “I think it’s locked,” she said, chewing at her bottom lip. She looked down and noticed the fingernail imprints she’d just left on the back of her hand. “Someone will hear us.”
“Okay... yeah I guess, I mean people periodically walk nearby, right? So they should hear us eventually...” Jack muttered, trying to calm himself down as much as Raphi. “Okay,... Well what if we umm, take turns knocking on the door until someone hears it and we can talk about something that makes us happy? Like, to help with the waiting?” He suggested













