Raynar ran for the sink, bracing hands on the countertop and lifting himself off the floor. There had to be something he could do!
Baring his teeth with a hiss, he winced and shook his head. “Come on!” he said to himself. “Think! There has to be something!”
A flat block of wood with a handle was sitting on the counter. He assumed that the people here used it for chopping vegetables, but what little he knew of cooking involved his own people's technology. Still, it would do.
Raynar picked up the chopping board…
…And he smashed the window.
Once, twice, three times! The pane cracked on the fourth strike and then shattered completely on the fifth. He used the chopping board to clear away fragments of glass, and then he hopped up onto the counter.
Crawling through the window, he wiggled a
