Wednesday 2:56 PM
Since returning from the hardware store, Luther and Joanie worked nonstop. With power tools, Luther was able to embark on his own projects while Joanie focused on hers alone. He drilled the cells one by one into the floors, securing them for the full moon. After finishing the sixth and final cell, Joanie moved on to replicating the locks they had bought at the hardware store. It was an arduous task, ending with many mutant failures that began littering the floor. Finally, she was forced to reuse the old ones, turning past failures into future failures. She picked them apart and pieced them back together, a flurry of curse words the entire time, as she attempted to understand exactly how to replicate the delicate machinery of a strong padlock.
At approximately one thirty, a knock at the door startled them both. Luther answered while Joanie lingered in the bedroom, out of sight in case the person knocking wasn't trustworthy. It was a messenger with a gaggle of boxes, and after approximately ten seconds of wondering, Joanie ripped it open. She read the short note from Micah and laughed.
The apartment became cluttered.
Sitting on the windowsill, Joanie picked up a handful of packing peanuts from one of Micah's boxes and stared at it. Her Hebrew dictionary was spread out on her lap, and the lock was balanced over its spine. Hissing a few words, she clenched her fist around the packing peanuts and felt them shift into a lump of metal. Opening her fingers, she looked down at the contraption. It looked like a lock, but when she tried to twist the key - replicating the key had been painfully easy - it rattled and groaned.
"Fuck!" she barked, throwing the misshapen lock across the room. "I'm never gonna get this!"