[color=silver]Nine in the morning, huh. So he'd really been outta it the whole night. ... Well, at least it was sort of reassuring to know that it hadn't been longer than that, like a [i]week[/i] or something crazy. Hopefully, by this time tomorrow, they'd be back in their own rooms. Or maybe the same room, going over what the hell they'd just been through to authorities or a shrink or something.

Duncan stuffed his cell back into his pocket and turned to Pebs.

[color=0099aa]"Yeah, sure thing. On it."[/color] With a few long-legged steps, he made it across the room to pick up the truck for examination. It was a weird thing to have in a room like this - but then again, the room was weird as hell in general. Considering how someone had been 'kind' enough to leave them a clue about the key though, he couldn't help but think the items were chosen and left for them deliberately. Just like in an escape room, just one they hadn't entered voluntarily. It made him almost [i]certain[/i] someone was watching them.

He shuddered at the thought.

[color=0099aa]"Truck unscrewed,"[/color] he hummed, handing the thing over before he moved onto do the same for the drain. As he did, he caught a glimpse of her creation. 

[color=0099aa]"Think that'll do it?" [/color]he nudged his head towards the wires she'd tied. What she'd made looked good enough considering the circumstances, but he was pretty sure their little fishing break would be anything but relaxing regardless.[color=0099aa] "Sure hope you got some steady hands."[/color]

Now if only he could unscrew the lid of the drain, she'd at least have more room to work with.[/color]