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'There is no exit here', read the handwritten sign pasted on the door leading to the first floor's corridor.Conor raised his hands in despair and dropped them. "Great," he muttered.Jack knocked on the door."If you're not one of us, go away," said an annoyed voice, its owner the self-proclaimed gatekeeper ofthe first floor's door."Are you sure there's no way out in there?" Jack asked."We're sure. And you're not one of us. Shoo.""What's at the other end, through the stairwell?""A wall.""Have you tried knocking through it?" Conor asked."No, but several folks from the fifteenth floor did.""Did they manage it?" Conor asked."Yes.""So what did they find?""Another wall."**"Whoa," said Ted, a look of complete awe on his face."Then we managed to kick 'em out."Some confused-looking guy had meanwhile come out of the lift lobby and had been watching theexchange with puzzlement. "Er," he ventured during the break in the conversation, "I was told to comehere..."The door opened. They had a brief glimpse of a corridor whose end was filled with bits of plaster and agaping hole revealing a brick wall. Some hapless guy was down on the floor attempting to clean up theplaster."Get in there," the sentry said with a jerk of his head in the requested direction, and the newcomer wentin looking confused. "Not you thr-" His eyes narrowed in recognition, and he swore. "Hey, you're-" Apause, then he looked back into the corridor and called out: "Hey, Joe! There are Keanu-spawn outhere!" He looked back at them, laughed in a not-too-friendly way, and then closed the door in theirfaces. "Shoo," he added through the closed door, in case the previous pleas to leave had not quite gotthrough to them."'Keanu-spawn'?" Conor asked incredulously.Jack was meanwhile staring at the grey cement of the stairwell landing. He stamped at it, then stoppedand looked back up. "This is the lowest floor, right?" he asked."How would we know, dude?""There's got to be something we could use to break through..."Jack trailed off, then suddenly turned and headed back up the stairwell to the fourth floor, Conor andTed following behind.**Jack didn't quite know what he was looking for; a sledgehammer, perhaps, or a pneumatic drill, but untilthen the boxes stacked on the shelves and floor of the common room seemed filled with whole lots ofinteresting and mostly-useless things, such as a brand-new copy of a 1987 Singapore postal code