"If you want something done right you have to do it yourself," Annabelle said snatching the needle out of my hand and storming down the hall towards the still open operating room. Her blond hair swishing behind her as she strode.

Henry stared down the dingy hall, brown water stains slithered from ceiling to the floor, the damp moldy smell choking the the air with its heaviness. He couldn't believe Annabelle was so bold an confident. He has known her since he was eight years old and always thought she was so meek and mild. He never could have imagined the fire in her.

Annabelle's head popped back out of the operating room down the hall, "Are you coming?"

Henry made his way down the hall, the tiles squeaking under his sneakers.

"Hurry up," Annabelle said turning back into the room and out of Henry's sight.

As Henry got to the room, he edged his head in, Annabelle was standing over a man, the syringe sticking out of his arm.

"You don't have to be scared, he is passed out now, he won't hurt you," Annabelle said with a strange amount of calm and compassion in her voice.

"I am not scared," Henry walked in chest puffed out, his eyes still wide, not hiding the terror that was vibrating through his body.

Annabelle wasn't fooled, walking over to Henry she took his head into her hands. She looked deep into his eyes. He noticed a twinkle of mischief before she kissed him.

Henry stumbled back. He was at a loss for words, they had been friends for so long, and sure he had thought about kissing her before, but the time never seemed right, they were friends. This was not Annabelle, at least not his Annabelle.

She looked at him, a smirk in her eyes, "I have wanted to do that for a long time, and now you're surprised and not scared, now help me get this guy off the table and we can get the next clue and get out of this hell hole."

Henry stared back again, still dumbfounded, watching Annabelle walk back towards the unconscious man on the table. She began to unstrap him from the hospital bed. He rushed over to help her, she was right, they were almost done with this, and then they could talk about that kiss.

Underneath the man was a card, with a small key affixed to it. It looked like it belonged to a door from hundreds of years ago, but miniature. The card was small and blue, and in cursive blue script it said: Find the exit.

Annabelle turned the card over in her hands, "That's it, no clue, just find the damn exit? Isn't that what we have been trying to do this entire time," she said flinging the card across the room, the key clattering to the ground as it slid across the floor away from the card.

Henry grabbed Annabelle by the shoulders and kissed her this time, she was less surprised than he was and leaned in to him kissing him back. As they parted Henry said, "We have this, we made it this far, we will get out of here," he walked over picked up the card and the key, and returned to her. He took her by the hand, and whispered into her ear, "Let's find the exit."