Door?! What?! She processed what she'd heard the girl upstairs scream, then breathed deeply once more and got up. She got up, and headed upstairs to where she'd heard the girl. "Because we're just rats in a lab. Even if we find that damn door, it won't do us any good! We'll keep living, and they'll just keep using us, testing us, over and over again because it's their sick little game!" She then looked up, as if speaking to the people through the intercom. "And don't you dare, don't you even dare, tell me that isn't true! Fine, I'll play your sick and twisted little game! That's all my life has ever been with my fucked up brain!" With that, she went downstairs into the living room and began to search for a door under the couches, and felt for a trapdoor under the rug.