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Luca
Cat
Snake
The snake slithered into a small hole in the wall.  I wish I could do that.  I had been trapped in this room for hours, maybe more than a day.  It's hard to tell.  There is a single light bulb hanging on a wire from the ceiling, and no way that I can find to turn it off. 
 I can't see any other light from any of the other cracks or holes in the walls. The walls and ceiling are all maybe from wide rough planks.  There is a door made of the same thing with one board running diagonally.  There are no knobs or locks on the inside.  There are two large hinges on the left side.  There is nothing I can find in here that could remove the screws.

Flashback to before the room

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