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Hazel's head snapped back. She looked over Alan, then determined that it was concern. She exhaled and nodded curtly.
"It's what I am expected to wear as an Edgar," she said, but even as she spoke the words the pointlessness of it all came up quickly in her mind. Ugh. She felt like she was losing herself. "Why?" she questioned.

They then came upon a door and she stopped, feeling the cool wood under her hands. It was locked. It wasn't a very finely made door, and its lock was rusty. She felt the handle under her fingers and an idea sprung into her mind. Maybe, if she could find something sharp -- a misplaced nail or chip of hard stone on the ground.. she looked up at Alan, though he seemed to be focused on something else.