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Sawyer walks toward his room, the whole time tugging at the tutu that kept trying to give him a wedgie. He's muttering something about ballerinas under his breath that Meg should probably never hear. By the time he reaches his door, he's resolved not to leave the room for the rest of this week. Screw hunger.
Except his door won't open. The key still fits; it just won't unlock. Sawyer fights with it for about a minute before he realizes what is going on -- the Bar won't let him hide.
"AW, C'MON! LET ME IN!"
Nothing. Sawyer fumes.
And fumes.
And finally gives up.
"Alright, I'll head back down tomorrow. Happy?"
There's an audible click, and the door opens easily. Sawyer enters muttering something about the Bar under his breath that Bernard and Broom should probably never hear...
Except his door won't open. The key still fits; it just won't unlock. Sawyer fights with it for about a minute before he realizes what is going on -- the Bar won't let him hide.
"AW, C'MON! LET ME IN!"
Nothing. Sawyer fumes.
And fumes.
And finally gives up.
"Alright, I'll head back down tomorrow. Happy?"
There's an audible click, and the door opens easily. Sawyer enters muttering something about the Bar under his breath that Bernard and Broom should probably never hear...