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Sitting in the square white room was the longest hour of June's life – death. Alex and June were cuddled up on one of the corners crying their hearts out. Reggie made no effort to help them, figuring they could comfort each other. He spent the entire time brainstorming ways to escape, as if there were doors and windows and vents he could hack that did not exist. Luke just stood in the opposite corner watching June with guilt and worry. It had been him to suggest getting hot dogs, and him who made June eat one. It was his fault that she was in this situation with them.
"What if we used one of Juju's bracelets or one of our chains and chipped away at the walls until we have a hole? Like how convicts break out of their prisons in the movies," Reggie posed his thirty-second terrible idea.
"The walls aren't made of stone, you idiot," Luke groaned, just as done with Reggie's "ideas" as the other two. "Man, I wish I had my guitar." At least he wouldn't be so damn bored. Or be forced to listen yap on about his escape plans that obviously wouldn't work.
Suddenly, the sounds of their hit began to echo.
One, two, three
Take off, last stop
Countdown till we blast open the top
Alex and June's tears halted as they heard the familiar melody and voice. "Is that..."
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