“This isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Talia says, looking at the map in her hands.

Tavin smiles at her from his lounging position on the couch.

“Your doing great, Tal,” he says, scrolling on his phone. Talia rolls her eyes. She just keeps thinking to her self that he’s just not participating because he could never figure out an escape room like this.

“Aren’t you even going to help?” She complained, dropping the map back onto the desk.

“I guess I can try,” Tavin gets up and starts to push the couch around to face her and the desk. Talia rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips.

“Seriously?” She scoffs.

“What, Talia? I’m trying to get a new perspective on things!” He jokes and plops back down on the couch. Talia’s eyes wander to something on the floor where Tavin had just moved the couch off of. It’s writing.

Talia swiftly walks over and crouches to see what it says.

“In the closet wall you’ll find me, I’m not a shoe and not a key, but I’m something you’d find in the loo.”

Talia laughs at the silly words written on the ground.

“God Tavin!” She cries, “You’re the smartest kind of stupid.”

Tavin looks at her as she tries to hug him.

“That’s not a compliment,” he says. She kissed his cheek anyway.