<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Jack-Basement</div></span><br/><br/>Jack had finished his food and coffee and was agitated. He had been planning this project for months and was getting angry, his device did not want to stay together. After it fell apart for the twelfth time he got up and turned to throw it. Before it left his hand, the blonde ran in screaming about being crazy and wanting out of the house. Jack stopped dead in his tracks and gave the girl a curious look. She had always been quiet. Never really seeming to mind being in the house.  Before he could comment or say anything, the other girl came in, quieter than the blonde, and requested to get out as well. As if he had all the dang answers.<br/><br/>"What the hell?" He spat out, tossing the stupid thing back onto the table. "What's gotten into you both?" He had no idea how to handle them. "You both should be talking to Jim. I'm not going to be helpful when it comes to crazy. As for getting out, what the hell do you think I've been trying to do? Make birdhouses?"<br/><br/>Jack was already annoyed, and the two bumbling girls weren't helping. He rubbed his temple and glared at them. "If you guys have any ideas to help though, I'm always happy to hear. But I can't be the only one coming up with plans and looking for ways out." He turned and sat back at his desk. He pulled out what looked like a blueprint. "I've drawn what I can of the house that is open. You'll notice missing spots, those are the locked rooms. One of those doors might also lead out."<br/><br/>He started on new plans, grumbling to himself. Stupid women turning crazy. He began writing and drawing. He heard a shuffle and turned around. "Now get out. There's nothing I can do at this time that I haven't already tried." He turned again, ignoring anything else the girls would say.