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"Don't every wall in this room keep moving according to how much I'm moving?" Smith silently watched every wall that surrounded him.
"If it's true, it means that I, Joanne and Jackson have been close to each other; it's just separated by a wall that keeps moving."
"Now, all this makes sense why I never found them both."
...*...
The bird man was trying to find a way out of the room that now locked him up. He continued to spread his gaze around, hoping to find a gap that he could make as a way out.
"Damn! Why would I be stuck in here?"
"Now how can I get out?"
The man was still trying to calm down and was trying to neutralize the irregular roar of his breathing when he started to panic.
"I have to stay calm and try to think of a way to get out of here."
"But how? How's it?"
The man's head looked up slowly, staring at the ceiling of the room he had just realized was so high. It made her feel like she was on the ground floor in a tower with one floor.
"Maybe I can get out through the top" he said.
He immediately took a swing, turned himself into a bird and immediately flapped his wings upward, hoping that he could be free.
...*...
Joanne went to follow the black shadow she saw, the movement of the shadow that quickly made her inevitably have to run from behind her.
He was silent for a moment while trying to collect oxygen around him. Joanne was on the winding road, she turned left and right trying to see where she was.
"I'm getting lost."
"Now how can I go out and find Jackson and Smith?"
Joanne looked back, the road she was walking through had changed as it had been.
"It looks like all the walls I've been through since have changed position." Joanne memonologist.
He lowered his head with a confused look, I don't know what he could do to get out of this place.
"There's no time to be quiet here. It could be that Jackson and Smith have gone and found the Kane Collection." Joanne shook her head slowly, trying to shake off all the turmoil.
"It seems better that I focus on finding the Kane Collection first than finding a way out to meet Jackson and Smith."
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Jackson stopped, he began to be confused looking for the right way. His breathing roared irregularly.
"I wouldn't be able to find a way if every wall here kept moving and confused me." Jackson said slowly.
"I have to think of another way to get out of here." Jackson tried to figure out a way. He is silent with the brain that continues to think, trying to solve the problems that are being faced by him.
"Oh, I know!" Jackson smiled wryly as an idea flashed through his mind. He called Laurence the old man to help him. Usually in this kind of situation, he was always reliable and always useful to help him find a way out.
When called out, Laurence was relaxing; laying down his frail body on the clouds that were always with him. His eyes were closed enjoying his free time.
"Ehem!"
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