With the lights out, Dany does what she has to do to survive.
By feel, Dany strips the typewriter down to its last lever, setting each metal piece on the table in front of her. It takes time, to work the tip of the lever under the edge of the emergency panel. But eventually, the cover clatters to the floor at her feet.
Inside the hole, she finds an illegible jumble of parts.
Her fingers trace wires and metal parts, finds something that almost feels like the fail-secure of an electric strike.
Her eyes shift back and forth in darkness, trying to picture what her fingers touch. But all she can call up are fractured bits of mental schematics, ones she tried to memorize, back when she was planning to rescue her aunt. But the pictures are broken, and in the end, she just takes the elec
