Subject Six pressed her ear to her door, hearing metal cry out and screech, as if it were being unnaturally twisted and ripped apart. She gritted her teeth, pressing her eyes more firmly together as she put her hands back up to her head and stepped back. The screeching stopped momentarily, and then it came from right in front of her. Was someone ripping the door to shreds? Twisting it forcefully open? It would have to be someone much stronger than her to do that. Fearful, she took a few more steps back, letting her hands fall until the metallic sound stopped. There was a pause until she heard an unsure voice say “Ok”. She hesitated, but tentatively stepped forward, reaching out with her right hand to feel if the door was still there. Her hand felt nothing where the door once was and an unsure smile came to her lips. She still had no idea how to escape, but at least the door was gone. [b]”Thank you!”[/b] she said, feeling the tips of her fingers hit someone, who she could only assume was her savior at the moment.