[ He nods- that's the one. But he hasn't seen the door since, and no amount of hopeful searching ever turns out any new doors, and the windows seem just as indestructible as ever. ]
Tomorrow at noon... [ His voice is quiet, but the hope is still there, and it picks right back up again. ]
The garden mean outside, doesn't it? It's outside! We could make a break for it!
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Tomorrow at noon... [ His voice is quiet, but the hope is still there, and it picks right back up again. ]
The garden mean outside, doesn't it? It's outside! We could make a break for it!