Twenty eight days later, Taylor was beginning to despair. She couldn't hold out in the locker much longer.

She had used her scout skills from Nature Camp to repurpose her school supplies and the biohazardous waste in the locker into tools for survival. It had been tricky to rig up a water recirculator, a waste reclamation system, a hydroponics bay, and a robot masseur using only her toes, but she'd managed.

But even Taylor's masterful munchkinism wouldn't be enough to save her this time, not in the face of the terrible Trio's manipulations. Her classmates and teachers and janitors and the police and the hero Shadow Stalker all pretended to be deaf to her desperate pleas from within the locker, even when she amplified them with her jury-rigged potato battery-powered 150 dB megaphone.