[You know what, Dustin is fine with this. Completely fine. Didn't need this cat's help anyway, never did. He ignores her, working still with the power outlet--it's gutted but still has the metal housing for the plugs themselves, held into the rest of the metal frame, and shining the flash from his bulky phone into the inky darkness produces nothing of use. Except for, naturally, phantom flickers of something moving rapidly past, little glimmers of metal...he's got to get in there. He's so fucking frustrated that he can't get in there.]
[With a feral snarl, Dustin turns the back of the hammer on the metal frame, at first trying to gradually lever it out, then rapidly devolving into putting his whole weight in. The metal groans. Or is that the hammer itself? The hammer's head looks like it might be splintering off from the wooden handle at the joint, the weakest point, but Dustin is oblivious with his shoulder against the wall and staring furiously at the collapsed doorway ahead.]
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[With a feral snarl, Dustin turns the back of the hammer on the metal frame, at first trying to gradually lever it out, then rapidly devolving into putting his whole weight in. The metal groans. Or is that the hammer itself? The hammer's head looks like it might be splintering off from the wooden handle at the joint, the weakest point, but Dustin is oblivious with his shoulder against the wall and staring furiously at the collapsed doorway ahead.]