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monitor. I looked for a date and saw the time,” John said. “The message played at 3:22 PM.”
    Nora was impressed that he had done that. It was simple, yet something she herself didn’t think of.
    They began to explore.
    Of the ten rooms, eight of them contained lockers. Each with a number. John guessed and told her since there were forty-eight lockers; he supposed they were numbered according to the rooms.
    They were locked.
    “Where are the keys?” Nora asked. “Do you think there are any?”
    “I’m gonna guess they are in our rooms or storage. I mean, have we had the chance to check?”
    Nora shook her head. “No. We haven’t been up all that long.”
    They left the locker rooms. Not much they could do there. The final room on the top floor was locked, and something they knew they had to investigate. And the last room checked, on the bottom floor, was a computer room. None of which were turned on. There were file cabinets and boxes.
    “Should we dive in?” Nora asked.
    “I would love to, but we should check back with the others. Maybe see if anyone else wants to come back. Also, we need to look for keys. They’re here somewhere.”
    “Maybe behind the locked door?”
    “That’s possible.”
    “The video said we might not comprehend. I know I’m not thinking clearly,” Nora said. “When we all have our wits then …”
    “Hello?” Jason’s voice called to them.
    Nora and John stepped from the small computer lab.
    “Look at this place,” Jason said. “What is it?”
    “Near as we can tell,” John explained. “This is our dining area. We have locker rooms with lockers that are … locked. Yet numbered.”
    “Forty-eight?” Jason asked.
    “Yep.” Then John pointed up. “A locked door up there. And behind us,” he indicted. “A computer room. My guess, that’s where a lot of our answers lie.”
    “This is amazing, thank you for finding it,” Jason said. “Did you by chance touch something? Turn something on.”
    John glanced at Nora with a quizzical expression and smiled. “Just the circuit box. I flipped the switches.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Jason turned. “Come here.”
    “What is it?” John asked.
    “It’s easier to show you than explain.”
    Curious, Nora followed the two men. The small hall was now lit and the door that was propped with the ax was marked Block B. She turned to look back at the door that led to the dining area. It was marked Block C.
    Where was Block A.
    The second they stepped back into The Hall, Malcolm raced forward.
    “Guys, you did something, right?”
    “What are you talking about?” John asked.
    “That.” Jason pointed. “You weren’t gone five minutes. We heard the humming of electronics and then that.”
    Nora looked. Jason pointed to the door at the other end of the long hall. She moved forward to get a better look.
    Malcolm stated. “That isn’t a busted Exit sign.”
    In a whispering voice of shock, John said, “Oh my God.”
    Above the door, the box that they all assumed should have said ‘Exit’ contained the numbers – 4:08:22:23.
    The last two numbers decreased every second.
    “Four days,” John said. “Eight hours, twenty-two minutes. It’s counting down. It’s a countdown.”
    “Yeah, it is,” Jason said. “But counting down … to what?”

Eleven – Who Am I
     
    Nora rolled the tiny key between her fingers, feeling the texture, finger to finger while she sat on the bed in her room. Seventeen.
    It didn’t take much searching. Actually it was the first place she looked. The lone item in the top desk drawer. She didn’t tell the others where she found hers or even that she did. Somehow she didn’t want to be motivated to go check that locker. She would in the morning. A part of her felt that she had no connection to what was in it.
    The countdown clock threw her back some. But she felt she knew what it meant. It immediately drew questions and conversations from Jason and Malcolm. The other three who