Raegan nodded. "I have faith in the special forces of Ambrosia."

“I'm sending you a security map now. Look for the spots marked in fluorescent. Those are where the bombs are."

“Got it." Once the call ended, Raegan tossed aside her purse for a smaller pouch that fit her phone, which she slung around her neck.

Reaching the door, she reached out to open it, only to find it locked from the outside. Who would lock her in? She tried the handle again, but it wouldn't move.

Searching for something to help her escape, she headed into the bathroom and noticed the pipes, sparking a plan.

She lay down and tapped on the pipe, four long taps, followed by three short ones.

Mitchel had taught Raegan a unique version of Morse code. This was asking, "Is anyone there?"

This code was theirs alone, so Raegan wasn't concerned about anyone else deciphering it. Even if someone else heard, they wouldn't understand the message. Only Mitchel would.

But there was no reply from the pipes.

Unfazed, Raegan repeated the signal with four long and three short taps.

Time passed with no answer.

Feeling disheartened, she was about to stand up when suddenly, she heard two dull, brief knocks. She quickly crouched down, paused for a few seconds, and then heard two more brief knocks. The message was clear. "I am here."

Raegan's eyes welled up with tears as she quickly tapped back her response. Raegan asked, "How many people are there?"

Mitchel replied, "Three."

Before she could inquire further, the pipe signaled again with five long, six short taps. It meant, "Don't take any risks."

Raegan responded, "Okay."

Mitchel advised, "Take care of yourself."

As Raegan listened to his final words, her eyes filled with tears once more. She berated herself for almost grasping the truth earlier, yet pulling back. Why didn't she just keep going a bit longer?

Perhaps then she would have comprehended the depth of Mitchel's pain.

Yet, life was full of what-ifs...