"What's the matter with you?" Marc asked. "Don't you realize that fiend is getting ready to shoot us off into eternity?"
"Yes, I know," Toffee said. "But we don't have to wait for him to do it, do we? We're free now. Let's get moving."
"But we haven't the key to the door. And that's the only way out."
"I know," Toffee said. "We've got to work fast. Come on."
Already she was moving toward the scaffolding, looking for something. Presently her eyes fell on a small length of pipe. She picked it up and brought it to Marc.
"I can't unlock the door with that," Marc said.
"Yes, you can," Toffee said. "Hang onto it."
"What am I supposed to do with it?"
"You'll know when the time comes," Toffee said. "Quickly! Get back in the shadows." Then suddenly she began to scream at the top of her lungs.
"Marc!" she wailed. "You're floating again! Catch my hand!"