Teplan and Terah looked around the small room.
“This isn’t good Teplan,” Terah said trying to hold back her tears. “The door is locked, there aren’t any widows and no one knows where we are. How are we going to get out of here?”
Teplan tried not to seem scared on the outside, but on the inside it was a different story. He felt sick to his stomach and wondered if he’d ever see his parents again. Teplan looked around, scouring for even a hint of what to do next. “We’re going to have to go out the same way we came in,” he said, recognizing that they were in a storage room without a window. “Let’s find something we can use to get this door open.”
Terah joined in the search and tried opening the closet, drawers and shelves, “They’re all locked!” Terah said, concerned. “How about the key chain? Maybe that can help?”
“Great idea!” Teplan said. He fidgeted with the different attachments that made up the gadget, held up three small thin metal prongs and said, “Maybe we can pick the lock on the door with these things?”
Teplan’s hands fiddled back and forth, jiggling the lock. Nothing happened. “It’s not working.”
“Let me try,” Terah said. She moved the three prongs in all different ways. “Nothing. Maybe it’s electronic. Let’s try opening the closets. There has to be a way out of here.”
After a few minutes of Teplan working on unlocking the closet door, the handle made a popping sound. “You did it!” Terah exclaimed, reaching to help Teplan open the door. Inside the closet, shelves full of bottles of everyday food items stared back. A pantry?
“Food?” Terah said. “What are we going to do, cover the door with food?”
Teplan’s eyes darted from item to item. His eyes landed on a bottle of vegetable oil sitting beside a tub of margarine. He scanned the rest of the closet and a small smile broke out on his face as reached for the mayonnaise. He grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and turned to Terah, “Okay, I’ve got a plan.”