Jack heard the commotion.<br/>"Shit..." He muttered to himself. He finished tying together all the pieces of ripped clothing. Jack stood up, looked towards the ceiling, and threw part of the rope at the vent with all his might. The top of it landed outside the vent so it was now hanging. He pulled his switchblade out of his pocket.<br/>"Please God, let this work..." He whispered, then threw his switchblade at the top of the make-shift rope. It stuck into the top. Either God was on his side or he had incredible luck. He hastily began climbing the rope, getting nearer and nearer to freedom.