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	Savannah was curious as to how quickly she could get this lock open. This would determine how the rest of her schooling would go. 
	She did as Ingrid asked and imagined herself reading the book of time she described as she gripped the lock with her hands delicately wrapped around the center. She saw old, brown pictures of beautiful women in carriages and dates from hundreds of years ago. She saw years past. She saw people she read about in History class. 
	She opened her eyes to see if she had made any progress at all and saw that the lock was getting slightly warm. She figured that this was a good sign and closed her eyes again with a new found pride and determination. 
	She concentrated even harder this time and flipped through the pages of the book in her mind and counting the numbers. As she went further and further into the book, she felt the resistance Ingrid was talking about. It almost felt like there was a very strong wind pushing the pages away from her and they got difficult to turn. As she neared the end of the book, she was beginning to be concerned that nothing was happening. Then suddenly she heard a hissing noise like when you open a bottle of soda. She opened her eyes to find the lock slowly unhinging. She looked at Ingrid with astonishment. She felt better about herself now than she ever had before.