CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Mira shook the door's handle, glaring at it with a sweaty face, "MOM! I know you're there. Open the door!" she waited a few seconds, but no one replied.
"Did she lock the door?" Arad asked with an exhausted face. Aella giggled, "Do you have a key around here?"
Mira looked back at them, "I don't have a key, but I could do something," She rushed to her cabinet, pulling metal junk from it as if it was nothing.
"This is too big," She threw a crowbar, "This won't fit," she threw a small nail. "And this is too crooked!" She threw a crescent metal decoration.
"What are you looking for?" Arad asked, wondering how she could fit that junk inside the small cabinet.
"I'm looking for something to use as a lockpick, or at least a wretch so I can tear the lock off the door," She put the box back inside the cabinet and sighed, "It's not here. Can you move a bit?" she rushed to the bed.
