"How'd you do that?" Ferngard asked, amazed.

"Like this," Remo said.

They were at the second security door to the solitary-confinement area. Repeating the motion, Remo sprang the second door as easily as the first.

"He didn't use any electronic gadget, did he?" the Collablaster asked worriedly.

"Yeah, he use a can opener," Ferngard replied, annoyed.

Ferngard felt the tension in Todd Grautski's legs. Mainly because they were wrapped around his neck. "Ack," Kershaw choked amid the knotted tangle of Collablaster limbs.

"Hey, Frick and Frack, keep it down," Remo whispered. "This is where it gets tricky."

As Ferngard fought to disentangle himself from Todd Grautski's extremities, they slipped out into the general prison area. Skirting the main cells, Remo carried his bundle past the metal-railed lower tier of cells around to the hallway leading up to the cafeteria.

At several strategic points along the way, Ferngard saw more sleeping guards. Others were still awake, however. He could see them patrolling distant sections of the prison as they made their way inside the cafeteria.

"That was amazing," Ferngard whispered as Remo closed the door to the dining hall. "How come they didn't see us?"

"The eye sees only what it expects to see," Remo said.

"But the cameras do the rest," Todd Grautski cautioned. "They're everywhere."

"Don't worry," Remo assured him. "They missed us."

"What about the satellites?" the Collablaster begged.

As he spoke, he felt the sudden impact of a hard surface beneath him. The knots in the blanket were unraveled. Grautski and Ferngard spilled out onto the cold cafeteria floor.

"Think galactically, act terrestrially," Remo told the Collablaster.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Grautski asked. He rubbed his bruised backside.

Free now, Ferngard blinked hard. A small piece of fuzz from the blanket had gotten stuck in his eye. "It mean you crazy for always worryin' 'bout satellites and microwaves an' shit like that."