We raced up the stairs. Stephanie squealed as we reached a door.
 "This is it!" Stephanie cried.
 Alex walked up to the door and felt it. It was taller than most doors, made of cold steel. "I hope it's open, ‘cause if it's not, then there's no way we can open it ourselves!"
 I sighed. It hadn't struck me that this one could be closed. If it was, I would probably break down and cry right then and there! It would be just too much to deal with. Frederick made his way over to the door. He slowly reached out and grasped the door nob. He turned it to the right and gave it a hard shove. It didn't open. "It must be stuck!" he cried.
 "Let me see!" yelled Alex. He ran straight for it and hit it with his shoulder. There was not even a creaking noise.
 "Get out of the way.  I'm stronger than the both a ya's!" said Stephanie, but even she couldn't push it open. "We're STUCK!" she yelled. "We've gotten so far, and now we're just gonna die and rot here!"
 "Okay, the four of us have to push on it all at once!" said Alex.
 "Count me out," I told them. "It's no use anyway."
 "How do you know, if you don't try!" asked Alex.
 "Trust me, I have this, gut feeling . . . "
 "That's a load of crud!" yelled Alex. "You're just lazy!"
 "I'm not, I'm telling you, if the four of us push on the door, it won't open."
 "Ta hell with you!" yelled Alex. "C'mon guys, help me out here." The three of them pushed some more on the door, but couldn't manage to get it open. They looked so infuriated. I eventually couldn't stand to see them like that, so I reached out and grabbed the nob. I gave it a swift turn to the right, then pulled. The door swung open without any protest. I met their blank stares with a straight face, and pointed to the sign in the middle of the door. In huge, neon orange letters it read "Pull."
  Frederick slapped his forehead, while Alex and Steph gave each other quizzical glances then followed me in. This level was absolutely nothing like the last two. The floor was a beautiful grey marble, and the walls were covered in soft, palette coloured wall paper. There were windows along the left wall, and the suns were shining through them brightly. It was such a change from the darkness we'd been travelling through. I felt so overwhelmed. I looked over at Frederick. My mood instantly changed. He looked awful! There were little cuts all over his face, arms and legs that hadn't been visible in the dim light. He was also very dirty, and tinted a dark blue.
 "Oh man, Fred! We gotta get you cleaned up," I told him. I grabbed him under the arms and starting heading down the hall way. "This floor is civilised.  Its gotta have a bathroom!"
 "Wait! I'll check my map!" called Alex. He got out his map of the third floor and spat on it. We got down and examined it. "That's odd," he began, "It doesn't seem to indicate this hallway here."
 "You know, we went up an awful lot of stairs," I pointed out, "so maybe we're above the third floor."
 "Good point, let's check the fourth floor." Alex took out his map of the fourth floor and set it on the ground. "Ah, yes, this is it! It seems we're not too far off from a washroom."
 "Great, let's go." I said. I picked up Fred and headed down the hallway again.
 "It could be dangerous! We didn't come all this way, only to get caught!" yelled Alex.
 "He needs to be restored.  He can't go on like this! Look at him for Pete's sake!" I yelled back.
 "Oh, thanks ever so much!" Fred jokingly complained.
 "Someone could find you!" Alex shouted.
 "Then come stand on guard." I told him.
 He thought it seemed fair. He grabbed Stephanie's hand and they followed us.