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It had been a week since Trix had discovered the trapdoor in the hideout, and his mind had gone on autopilot, jam packed with a thousand failed schemes and calculations on how he could use it as a way to leave behind this miserable building of evil. He was starting to get suspicious looks from the rest of the Neverseen, but he barely noticed as he continued to discard his desperate ideas and thoughts. As the hours went by, his plans became increasingly elaborate and hopeless, because he was trying to avoid the excruciating fact that there was no escape. Hour after hour after hour went by as he began chanting to himself: "Trapdoor, wood. Wood, insubstantial. Insubstantial, frangible. Frangible, pressure. Pressure, air. Air, guster. Pressure, noise. Noise, suspicion, and suspicion, death." Over and over and over again. But one fine day, as he heaved his heavy body up the stairs to retire for the day, Q said, "This place is actually better than some places I know of, like Exile, for example. We get food, water, our sanities are intact, so I suppose this place should be manageable. It's all about perspective." Q kept on droning about the importance of gratitude and how they were luckier than a lot of starving humans he had seen on his trips to the Forbidden Cities with Fintan, but Trix was stuck on the word perspective. Perspective, viewing things differently. He racked his brain one final time, and after days of digging in the mud with his shovel, he hit a metal. Trapdoor, wood. Wood, insubstantial. Insubstantial, destructible. Destructible, pressure. Pressure, air. Air, Guster. Pressure, controllable. Instead of blasting that wretched piece of wood, he could use his power as a Guster to manipulate the pressure and use it like a knife to detach the piece of wood from the wall by literally cutting it out. That would minimize the noise significantly. Now the only problem left was leaving his cupboard to get to the trapdoor. He was back to a square, though it definitely was not square one. He was on square two.
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