“I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here, I need to get out of here.” Alexis mumbled as she pulled a screw from her pocket and began scraping the mold off the walls. “There’s concrete underneath this goop here, but I can’t interface with concrete. How am I supposed to get out of here?* She thought as she flung the mold covered screw into a far-flung corner of the room, plunged her hands back into her pockets and began pacing back and forth, all the while still mumbling the same phrase, “I need to get out. It’s getting closer.”