I'll get those doors, but not right now.

Having lost interest in that, the Faux Genius moves off to exhaust her scant attention span on some other endeavor.

Not that much is going on in this sanctuary of the cognitively impaired.

A newspaper lays sprawled on the ping-pong table at the center of the room. A goth girl is playing a haunting yet oddly cheerful melody on the piano in the corner. In the opposite corner, a single metal locker is tucked away.

The only exit appears to be a pair of double doors.