Chapter 127: Redemption
For the first time since entering the room, Lizzie looked up from the table. She watched the screen in dismay as Joe frantically jiggled the handle up and down, up and down, with no effect.
Alessa's eyes searched the Draftsman's face. "Why isn't it working?" She was frantic.
Eyes wide, the Draftsman shook his head. "I… I don't know. I don't know."
And then Lizzie saw it: directly across the room was a second red handle, identical to the one Joe had pulled.
"There's a second handle," Lizzie called out. "See?" She pointed it out on the screen.
Everyone's heads whipped around, as if they'd forgotten she was there.
"I'll radio down and tell them," Alessa stated, putting a finger to her earpiece.
But there was no answer.
"They probably c-can't hear over the alarm," the Economist whimpered.
"Okay, I'm going down," Alessa decided, making towards the door.
"I wouldn't," the Doctor called out, "in your condition."