Math IA

A flash of golden slips ahead of him, through the door he entered. Grabbing his backpack and fur jacket, he scrambles and slips through the minefield of glass. He stumbles towards the open entrance, his eyes searching hopefully for the one he needs. ‘ I can’t let Silver go !’ he despairs, ‘ Not when I am this close .’ He sprints back down the hallways, making steady pursuit on the prisoner. A left turn. Another left turn. A right turn, and finally with impressive force he bursts through the door to see - absolutely nothing. Silver is gone. Screaming in frustration, the figure punches the door. Then he kicks it for good luck. Pausing he takes in a deep breath. He knows that he can fix this. He needs to fix this. After all, it’s his life is at stake. He needs those snakeskin sneakers.