Edison had, up until recently, considered the whole thing a sort of forced vacation. Or maybe a prank on
There were a dozen other people all saying the same thing: no one could get out. If they could get out, why weren't they gone already? Right?
Not anymore! He still firmly believed Theora would track him down eventually, but eventually seemed too long to wait. And so, having once again exhausted all the avenues he could think of to get out, he was back to trying to wedge a door open with a crowbar. It wasn't working; it wasn't going to work. He knew this.
He kept trying anyway.