Finding a way out proved easier than getting in. There was actually a door, a little hidden from the outside but perfectly functional from within. As I stepped back onto the street, I oriented myself, finally recognizing this as one of the abandoned storage sectors, a place where damaged buildings awaited repairs that never came.
Now I just needed to find someone who could fix a roof. Someone with practical skills beyond moving crates or playing with yo-yos.
Finn.
If anyone would know how to fix something, it would be the former miner. The problem was, I hadn't seen him outside his room since training began. Each of us had fallen into our own routines, our paths crossing only occasionally in the common areas of the spire.
I made my way back, my mind making plans. I would bring them meat for the trouble, the kitchens provided whatever food we wanted now that we were Ones. But the roof would require actual skill.
