Mary Grace inhales sharply, her heart thudding in her chest as Chanel kisses her. Oh, things to do, people to save, blah blah blah, but this is her prom night, and it's not like she's getting paid for any of this.

She slips one arm around Chanel's waist. "You know, we don't know for certain that's the key," she says, quietly but with no shortage of confidence. "No harm in looking around a little more."

Eventually, they'll head to the door. It's there for them, after all, and there's nothing standing in their way.

Well, almost nothing.