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"He's playing Minesweeper?" Alex interrupted, going over. "Excuse me." He pushed open the door andwent in to startle Neo."I'm still here!" Johnny shouted, in case anyone had forgotten."I noticed," Conor said, because he hadn't forgotten. He wandered towards the next door to see if Alex'sdeparture meant that the drunk guy was no longer unconscious, when Johnny angrily grabbed the frontof his shirt."Don't you have any desire, whatsoever, to get out of here?"Conor looked at him. "We are in a box," he stated, sticking his hands out to illustrate two walls. "Nowindows. No exits. Just walls. Understand that? There's no way out. Deal with it.""You said someone named Jack was-""Jack Traven is on the first floor of this building," Conor said. "He is trying to break his way out of thefloor with a hammer, an ice pick, and a stress ball. Let me go."Johnny glared at him a while more, then released his shirt and ran off in search of Jack, whom he haddecided was the only sane person in this place.**There was actually a hole in the floor by the time Johnny Utah arrived. Jack was not alone; about fiveother like-minded folks from their block were crouched around a spot on the first floor stairwell,surrounded in their cramped quarters by various interesting tools like hammers, screwdrivers and Jack'sice pick.Most of those tools proved fairly useless and had been chucked aside; but there was a hole in the floor,and some people were trying to make it bigger, while other people were saying that that probably wasn'ta good idea because they couldn't see anything but darkness past that hole and who knew what sort ofdanger they might be opening themselves up to-"Uh... Jack?" Johnny tried.Jack turned his head towards the voice and looked up at him. "Who are you?" he asked, and thenreturned his gaze to the much-more interesting hole in the floor. He suggested getting it big enough tolower someone through to see what lay beyond. Someone else said sure, as long as another personvolunteered to go through because she wasn't going.The first-floor corridor's door flew open. The irate sentry guy was still there. "Hacking up our floor now,huh?" he asked. "Walls weren't enough for you?""It's not like you're staying here forever," came a rebuttal. "It's a prison, you understand? We want toget out. So shut up and stop whining.""Yeah!" came the agreement of the other floor-hackers.The door slammed shut."Try to see if you can see anything..."Someone got down onto the floor and pressed his eye to the hole."Nothing," he reported."Really nothing at all?""Yeah. But it's too dark. There might be things I can't see.""It's the bottom of a building," Jack said. "We just need to be able to tunnel out-""I don't think we can do that," said the guy with his eye at the hole. "Seriously – nothing. No ground,nothing." He raised his head and shifted his position slightly. He hesitated, then stuck his hand slowlythrough the hole. He wiggled his fingers. He extracted his hand and shook his head. "There's nothingthere."