Opal's shoulders dropped an inch as she hears the negative answer. "Just thought I'd ask," she said, glancing out the window. A few of the ivy leaves dangled near the glass. She moved toward it, fingers spreading across the reinforced window over the leaf. "There's got to be some way. I refuse to believe we'll be stuck here forever."<br/><br/>The second morning alarm sounded, another loud buzz, and the outside doors swung open. The monotonous footsteps of their testers, their captors, came down the hall. "Good luck," she said, tearing her eyes away from the small ray of hope. "Don't let them hurt you. I'll see you at lunch."