Catching sight of Ghost, Opal moved over, bending down to his level. "What're you doing, bookworm? Anything interesting?" She smiled to him, wagging a finger in his face. "Something worthwhile, I hope. Finding a way out?<br/><br/>"Yeah, and on top of that, who would want to do something like that? Escape here and try to survive in the real world?" Shaking his head, Pyrite sipped the last of Opal's drink. "Think about it. We're like captive animals. Released in the wild and..." He snapped his fingers. "Done."