Wren stumbles out the door, trying hard to pull it shut behind her. She doesn’t know if her arms are responding, she can't feel her fingers, she has no idea if they have gripped anything or she is just moving air. She doesn’t even know if she accomplished the task, as her eyes can’t seem to focus on anything, her head can't even turn back, she is unsteady and she is near blind, the corridor in front of her blurring into a mess, it is a sea of doors.
"Help, please help me"
Wren is not sure if she whispered it or screamed the words, she has no comprehension of anything. She escaped the room but knows that if she doesn't get help, then it is all for nothing. She is beyond being able to help herself.
"Don’t let her escape, we need photos, we need the evidence, we can't let this opportunity
