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Grimm swallowed hard as he glanced up and down the line of cages. A lab… but why? How? Who? Had they injected him with something to keep him materialized?

“So how do we get out of here?” Jinx trotted over to Grimm.

“It looks like a pretty average lock,” Grimm mused as he bent down to examine the small keyhole.

“Then pick it.”

Grimm snorted, “I’m sorry, I left my lock picking tools in my other jeans.”

“Ugh,” Jinx rolled his brilliant blue eyes, “do I have to do all the work?” He held up a paw as the light seemed to glint off of a single razor-sharp claw.

Grimm smiled and scooped up the cat, holding up to the lock.

“Easy, Einstein,” Jinx muttered as he worked at the lock. Within seconds a sharp click resounded as the door slowly creaked open.

Swallowing the uncertainty, Grimm grabbed his backpack and stepped out of the small cage. Jinx clambered onto the boy’s head as Grimm made his way across the room to where the girl he had talked to sat, staring blankly ahead as if she couldn’t see him approaching.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds before speaking. “Eina? We’re here to get you out!”