Figuring out my next course of action, I continued to crawl through the ceiling.
I could see the end of my journey. The wall in front of me seemed so close I could practically touch it, but it was still a ways away.
My ears were still peeled to my surroundings. I needed to know what was going on under me so I knew what was waiting for me when I dropped down, and I would have to drop down.
Unlike the movies, there was no way for me to make my way to the roof, using only the vents. First of all, the metal was millimeters thick and would support even less weight than the ceiling tiles. Even then, I would have to get through the fans, which, while no longer working, would require a lot more work than I was prepared for.
And even if I managed to get all the way to the roof, only stupid people went up. It's true.
