Warren slams his fist into the wall, somehow punching through the thick metal. "Oh, come on. What happened to your wittiness from before?"

He tries to pull his arm out, but it's stuck. ". . ."

she took advantage of this and pulled his arm out and crawled threw it.

Warren holds his arm gingerly, the metal having scraped at his skin and crystal. Grumbling, he goes back to the main holding area and grabs a chair. Putting it next to the torn vent cover, he crawls inside to intervene.

she reached the end almost but the vent was screwed on shut "dang it!"

Warren accidentally slams his head into the metal above him. Grumbling, he continues to army-crawl forward. He can see the light coming from a vent, leading outside.

she turned and headed the other way

Warren suddenly feels sick. Stopping to rest, he lets his head lay on the cool metal. "Ugh."

she stops to rest and sleeps.

Suddenly, Warren feels the metal under him shift. It would seem that dragging his crystalline leg over the sheets had cut through. Falling, he slams onto the floor, barely managing to roll before he struck it. "You have got to be kidding me."

she just keep sleeping