Raven turns the handle and pushes the door, which completely fails to
open. He curses to himself as he exhales, though he's unsurprised by
the door's lack of movement. He tries to open the door a second
time, just to be sure, but the outcome remains the same.
“Think,” he mutters, staring at the handle, “Just think.”
His eyes dart around him, soaking in his surroundings, but there's
nothing unusual to be seen. Curly stands to one side, oblivious to
the events unfolding before him.
“You, Strauss,” Raven demands, “Any suggestions?”
The midget turns slowly to face him, returning his gaze with steady
confidence. For a moment, Raven believes he's about to reply, but in
the end Curly just raises his eyebrows and shrugs.
“Pah,” Raven spits turning back to the door. He grasps the
handle with his left hand, turning it one way then the other, while
his right hand knocks furiously.
“Edward! Mary!” he shouts, “Can anyone hear me?”
