She opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling, trying to channel her anger in a purposeful way and figure out how to get herself out of the room. The door wouldn’t open, and there were no windows. There wasn’t even an air duct to try to get into. And any second now, she suspected, Eleni would come back for her.

Six didn’t intend to be there when that happened.

Her gaze focused on the light fixture in the center of the ceiling. It was the only other thing in the room besides the cot she was lying on. Six concentrated on the wall switch that operated it, trying to make it turn on and off with her telekinesis. Again, nothing happened. She was going to have to find a way out of the room that didn’t involve using a Legacy.

The image of the rat chewing on wires flashed in her head again, and an idea began to form. She got up and dragged the cot so that it was directly underneath the light. Standing on it, she was able to reach up and remove the glass globe that covered the two bulbs inside. She placed the globe on the floor, then got back up and examined the inside of the fixture. It was a basic light, nothing fancy, and it was easy enough to twist the base and remove it from the mounting pins, revealing the electrical wires that snaked out from the ceiling. There was a black one and a white one.

Six yanked the white wire out from where it connected to the fixture. The bulbs in the fixture winked out as the circuit was broken. Now the room was dark except for a thin line of light that seeped in under the door from the hallway outside. But Six didn’t need light for what she did next. She took hold of the black wire and pulled it free, being careful not to let it touch the bare end of the white wire.

Getting down, she picked up the glass cover, wrapped it in the thin blanket that had been on the cot, then smacked it against the floor. It shattered. She unwrapped the blanket and carefully examined the shards with her fingers. There were several large ones. These she took out and set aside. She shook the others out onto the floor, then tore several long strips from the blanket. Holding a couple of the biggest pieces of glass together, she wrapped one of the strips around them, forming a grip. She repeated this with a second strip so that she had a handle she could grasp without cutting herself.

Standing on the cot again, she found the black and white wires. “Here goes nothing,” she said as she touched the exposed ends of the wires together. There was a loud pop and some sparks. Glancing at the door, she saw that there was no longer any light coming in.

Six let go of the wires and got down from the cot. Picking up her makeshift knife and what was left of the blanket, she positioned herself in the corner where she would be hidden from view if someone opened the door.