Jioni scanned the room for an exit; from the floor to the ceiling, she looked; the door was breaking; her heart was beating fast, and her head was pounding. Loud thuds rammed at the entrance and made it hard to think; she looked up, and the path became apparent: the tree tied to the hammock and the opening above. Jioni ran as fast as she could; she hugged the tree and climbed. It shook, and the leaves started to fall; the bark blistered on her hands as she rose to the opening.
The heavy library door skidded across the wood floor with an ear-piercing sparked screech.
Jioni leaped unto the roof.
