The 11 AM alarm was still twelve minutes away when Jinx said, "So what you're both telling me is that neither of you has a plan yet, but you both found pieces of one, and the pieces are probably connected, but you can't confirm that until you get to the basement and the corner section of the wall in the same trip."
Proxy looked at her.
"That's an accurate summary," he said.
Jinx let that sit for half a beat. "I want to be very clear that I heard all of that and I find it extremely frightening," she said. "The plan exists only as disconnected pieces on day one, there are six days left, and I personally found absolutely nothing useful this morning, which makes all of this very bad for me specifically."
Nyx was watching the perimeter patrol's loop from their corner of the yard. Without looking at Jinx, she said, "You found forty-seven ceiling tiles."
Jinx frowned. "That was in the cell. That doesn't help."
"It might," Proxy said.
Jinx looked at him.
"I'm joking," he said.
