“Uh oh, I think we blew a circuit!” Maxzyne gasps. She wriggles out of the guitar strap. She leaves the shiny, blue instrument on the tile floor and pulls Elise to her feet. “C’mon! We’ve got to get out of here before we’re caught!”
Making no attempt to be quiet, they flee. Alarm clocks, radios, and assorted small electronics fall from carefully stacked shelves and tables as they stumble around in near darkness.
“Wait! Slow down,” Elise warns, stopping. “The stairs are right there.”
Maxzyne skids to a stop. “Shhhhh. Did you hear that?” she whispers in Elise’s ear. “Listen.”
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