Coran might be stuck. Emphasis on might. Some of the tunnels around the Castle were a lot smaller than he thought. And he wasn't quite as small as he was the last time this specific bit of the engine had broken. It was the first thing Pop-pop had taught him to fix; in hindsight because none of the engineering crew was small enough to get in there. That would have been nice to remember before he was in the engine though.
He wriggled about fruitlessly. If he could get his hand out he might be able to slide out at the cost of some skin. Maybe a lot of skin. He should have recruited Pidge for this job. They were interested, and already stupidly knowledgeable on how the Castle worked, finding some weird edge cases that even he hardly remembered; they were also very small, and would have definitely fit.
Alright, he had a plan once he got out then. Just not a plan for getting out. He'd definitely be losing some skin here but if he…
Ow. He looked up from below his legs, arms stinging. One of the mice blinked. He narrowed his eyes. "This gets out to no one."
It nodded. Wonderfully. Now where was Number Five?
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