She held her breath with each of Ricky's attempts.  None worked.  Lauren sighed and stared at the console.  She tilted her head and ran her fingertip over a section of plastic that was a flap just big enough for something like a credit card...or a hotel room key card.<br/><br/>"Oh...Look.  Key card.  Does anyone have a key card?" she called out to everyone in general.  She assumed that Ricky, if he'd had such a card, would have remembered as he gave the codes a try.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br/>Handgun<br/>Hamlet<br/>Notebook<br/>Mechanical Pencil<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/>HP: 137/147<br/>Stamina:  174/182<br/>Feeling:  Like a small train ran over her...</div></div>