Chapter Nine(2)

But that was not the point. She had to get out of here. A room that did not exist. 
‘Oh, for your benefit,’ Came the annoyingly cheerful voice. ‘Maybe you can try getting something out of this room. You might want to see the results. Like something heavy.’
Cecy resisted the temptation to throw the water bottle out through the window in exasperation. Calm, she thought. Hopefully Lydia hadn’t abandoned her, but she did have to try and get out of here herself in case Lydia didn’t know where she was. After all, it was twenty-six until explosion. 

She was kidding herself that she wasn’t so very afraid of being engulfed in the annihilation. But it did little good to remind herself of that, since now her legs were wobbling. 
She did not believe the girl, but it was her only source of information. The owner of that voice must have known that, or she wouldn’t have sounded so in control. But some precaution must be taken. Cecy opened the bottle carefully and took a sip of water. The coldness soothed her a bit. Then she looked upwards. As she had noticed before, there were no bars on the windows, which meant that the bottle wouldn’t be stuck. Tying one end of the rope around the bottle and securing it carefully, Cecy proceeded to wind the tape onto the bottle just in case. The scissors she had noticed were to blunt to cut the thick rope, so she dashed the vase onto the floor and picked up one shard, ignoring the coldness that matched the tiny pain of an edge accidentally cutting her forefinger, and began to saw at the rough rope. It took quite a long time, and when she had finished and looked up, the blinking red letters read ‘twenty-two minutes.