Best Plan Ever

“The best laid plans of –” Kei began.

“You call this planning?” Surina said. “I've seen better 'laid out' plans on a plate of spaghetti!” She punctuated with a punch on Kei's arm.

“Ow!” Kei replied. “I'll have you know, a great deal of planning goes into spaghetti. Getting all the ingredients just right. Just because it doesn't look sensible on the surface doesn't mean – ow! Hey, quit it!”

“I will when you stop talking nonsense and start talking about how we're going to get out of here.” Surina waved around to the six stone walls surrounding them. They loomed up into the darkness overhead, well past the light of their single torch. The door through which they'd come had vanished. They couldn't find so much as a seam.

“Okay,” Kei said. “Good idea. Any chance we could go over them?”

Surina looked at him, looked at the smooth, neatly cut sandstone, then back to Kei. “Have any climbing gear?”

“Um. I have a rope.”

“Great. Maybe we'll come across a friendly bat that will fly it up and attach it to the ceiling. Then, miraculously, there will be some gate or passageway fifty feet up in the air.”

“There has to be something!” Kei said. “Nobody would build a place like this and not leave a way out. What if they... forgot their keys or something?”

“I'm pretty sure whoever build an ancient tomb with the words 'Death Comes to All Who Enter' was not keeping employee safety in mind when it was constructed.” Surina paced past each of the six walls, peering close for seams, scratches, anything that might show it was different from the rest.

“If you're just going to stand there and complain,” Kei said. “Why don't you come up with a plan?”

“Unlike you,” Surina replied. “I don't try to plan until I have all the data. Start looking over the floor. Maybe we missed something.”