I heard nothing but my own heartbeat and the roar of my blood. And then I heard someone else's heart beating, from far away.
I could feel the pressure building up inside my head. My face was probably red as a lobster. A blushing lobster. With a rash.
"Hey, wait a minute, where's the girl?" Snap asked, his raspy tones hurting my ears even as I heard them.
I exhaled deeply, trying to concentrate on talking. "Bathroom," I said.
"Is that so?" the guard narrowed his eyes at me.
"Yeah. She's been in there for half an hour. Must have been that biochemical sludge you call food around here," I said, closing my eyes and shaking my head.
"What's wrong with you, sonny?" The guard was even more suspicious right now.
"When you're as smart as I am, you tend to get headaches," I replied without missing a beat.
"Another crack like that and your head is gonna be achin' real soon, boy," the guard threatened. He looked around. After a minute or so, he said, "Well, we can't be waitin' all day for the little missy, can we? I need to see if all o' you are accounted for!"
He marched right past me to the bathroom and rapped loudly. The door swung open from the force of his knuckles. The bathroom was empty.
Snap was glaring at me now, and I grinned sheepishly.
"Wait a minute," he said. "Can't one o' you kids make things disappear?"
That was it. He had realized. I used all my remaining strength to open a rift to the Toybox a few feet behind Snap, where Phoebe stepped out. My head cleared immediately, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Phoebe walked up behind the guard and tapped him on the shoulder. Snap turned around sharply, and got even more confused. He must have given up, because he just left cell immediately, stopping just to lock the door .
"Time, Reagan?" I asked.
Reagan, who was sitting in the corner of the room, clicked on a stopwatch. "Eleven and a half minutes!" He exclaimed loudly. "How did you do that?"
"I'm so great I amaze myself sometimes," I said.