How? Dana demanded, giving the door one last good kick for extra measure, and then grabbing her foot and hopping around in pain afterward.

It seems to be locked from the outside, Bette said, letting out a loud sigh.

Well, are there more doors? Lets go check them, Tina pointed out.

Helena entered the foyer and leaned against the wall. Ive seen the rest of the house. Believe it or not, this is the only door.

Why should we believe you? Bette demanded suspiciously.

Because why would I lie? Helena retorted.

To keep us here, Bette replied, ignoring Tinas glare.

For what? Helena asked.

I dont know, Bette admitted, feeling defeated.

The windows! Alice suddenly said, glancing around for windows.

All the windows in the dining room had bars on them, Mark pointed out glumly.

And so do all of these, Kit added, her face falling. Wait! she said, brightening. Except for this one! She pointed to a window along the right side of the wall.

Why do I have a feeling its going to be locked, too? Carmen muttered, leaning her head on Shanes shoulder.

Dana, who was closest to it, ran over and attempted to open the window, to no avail. Its locked! she yelled in frustration.

Told you, Carmen told Shane, who couldnt help but smile wryly at their poor luck.

Kit stormed out of the room, coming back a moment later with one of the dining room chairs. ***** this! Move out of my way! she shouted, holding the chair up. Dana and Mark scrambled to get out of her way as Kit raised the chair and let out a loud grunt as she smashed the window with the chair. Glass flew around them, and Tina ducked as a small shard flew by her face. You guys can stay in here and whine, but Im doing something! Im getting the ***** out of here!

Kit, maybe this isnt such a good idea, Bette began, stepping forward, her feet crunching on broken glass as she watched her sister clear away broken glass from around the window frame.

Bette, I dont want to hear it. I am not sticking around here to get squished or poisoned or whatever. Its time for me to get the ***** out of here. Mark, help me, she demanded. Mark quickly ran over to help, kneeling down to give her a foot up. Now this is how you get ***** done, she told them, lifting her foot up to the windowsill.