5213!

After taking a moment to recall the movement of Michael's fingers across the keypad, you enter the numbers quickly and without hesitation. You are rewarded with a click, and the light on the lock goes from red to green.

"We did it!" Christina whoops.

"Yeah, but not so fast. We may have gotten out of the room, but that's a far cry from getting out of here," you say.

You take a quick look outside into the corridor. Empty. If Michael had been telling you the truth, he, your father, and that crazy doctor are the only ones left in this lab. You like those odds.

The corridors all look the same, and there don't seem to be any signs explaining where to go. So you give up trying to make sense of the layout and just start walking at random, hoping that something will turn up that you can use. At every corner, however, you half expect to run into Michael or your father.

Christina stops outside one door. "Hey, Ally!"

"What?" you pull up next to her. She points to the sign on the door—maintenance closet. It's unlocked, and better yet, inside there are two sets of shapeless, navy blue coveralls.

You hold up your nose at the garments and glance down at your naked body. There's no telling where they have been. But nude beggars when escaping a secret facility cannot be choosers, so you push away your reservations and grab one of the coveralls from the hanger. They are one-size-fits-all and hang loosely from your frame, certainly neither complimenting nor complementing your curves at all.

Now that you are no longer wandering the corridors in the nude, though, you feel a little better. Not to mention warmer. Your escape, such as it is, continues in good pace. Eventually you even manage to gain a sense of direction. Then you have a choice: do you leave the lab, or do you go deeper?

The former might seem like the no-brainer solution. But as Christina puts it, "There's no one else on the island for us to turn to. How are we supposed to escape from it? If we explore the lab, maybe we can find something that will help us. Or we could capture your father and Michael, **** them to let us go somehow." She's grasping, not really sure what to do—then again, neither are you.