"Look!" Well, whadda know. Cake crouched, peering at the large-dog-sized door that had appeared as X took the chalk from the wall, not daring to open it (after what Nike had said, and past experiences with doors...), but not quite wanting it to go unnoticed, either. It was a fair size- not big enough to fit, say, Nike, but-
".... Is it the exit?" He backed a few inches to give more room, watching from over his brother's shoulder, curious as ever. He didn't wonder on if this was a curse that would end or not; things were supposed to be taken one minute at a time, right? Made life last longer, in a way.