oh no.
michael wheeler had done it.
he broke into the lab, knowing well enough that this could lose him any possibility of even coming close to getting that scholarship.
as he jogged down the empty, dark corridors, he wondered what would be behind that door. he needed to know. his cold fingertips hit the cold door handle, and he walked in, and what he saw astonished him.
it was nothing.
there was nothing in here!
that was a waste of a night, mike thought to himself. he reached out to open the door, which had somehow found itself closed.
however, he didn't make it that far.
the earth began to shake, and he knew in that dreadful second what was happening.
he was in the middle of an empty lab, in the middle of the night, and most importantly—
michael wheeler was in the middle of an earthquake. he screamed and practically flew to door, begging it to open so he could stand in the frame, that's what you're supposed to do in earthquakes, right?
the door wouldn't budge, and he felt something hit his head, knocking him out cold.
