[At first, it seems like she might be able to do it. Her hand gets very close, but what she touches isn't his shoulders, but something flat and hard just inches above him - the roof of his prison.
Hearing his own name makes a different memory bleed in, disembodied voices yelling in the dark, the sound of fire still crackling in places--]
"Stanley, you don't understand what I'm up against! What I've been through!"
"No, no. You don't understand w̢̹͓̲̖̎ͣͪ͠h͇̙̘̾ͤ͑͆͝a̴̭̜̥͇̮ͧ̒͆͡t̴̜̖̖͚̟͓̺̞̙̑ͤ̍̅͑̆̏͒́͐͜͞ I͇̬̳̟̹͚͎͇͊ͩ̑̋ͫ̔͊ͦ̚̕'̷̘̞ͯ͒v̢͙̼̠̼̫̻̲̦͒̾̉͌ͫͬ͂̀ẹ̛͚̰̮̥̲̞͋̏̒͑͐ͯ̚ ͙͓͍̾ͯ̊̔̿̔b̩̬͚͖̘͈̻̲ͯ̋̈͗e̦̯ͥ̄̈͢͠e͊ͧͭͪ̔̓ͭ̅҉ͅn̟̣̟͇̟͉̭ͣ̀̎ͭ̊̈́̉͐̚͢͜ ̣͖̥͓̭̮͋ͮ̓͛͐̾͌̚͟t͓͕̊ͥͭ͌͛̌͆͐ḥ̳̠͙̺̞̙͙̿ͪ͑̌̚͡͞rͤ̄͛͗̓҉̟͈̹͉̜̮͡o͐͛̀ͧͬͫͧͩ͏͈̮̬͖͕̭͔̱͠͞u̵̵̪̪̟̜͔̻̘̖̺ͧ̒̅̏ͪ̌ͨ͜g̠̣͔̲̼̀͆h̹̗̬̫͒ͅ!̡̡̱͍̻͇̩̱͚͊͂͐͊ͯ̓͝ͅ I've been to prison i̙̲̺͑̀̔n̷̹̰̤̼͈͙͖̔̔ͮ̍͗̈ͪ͝ ̟̥̲̲̪̬̣̹ͬͩ̒̕tͣ̃̔҉̬̙̬̯̹̫̞͓̝̀͘h̹͍̲͎̜͔̒ͪ͑ͩ̿ṙ̑҉̟̦̠͍͚e̸̴̛̟̜͚͔ͭ̄̽e̼̼̱͖̗̳̙̅ͯ̑̕ ͉͖͖͕̼̗̠̫̆͊̓d̛̻͙̹̠̊͊͐ͧͩͤ͛͝i̝͙̠͔̫͔̥ͧ͒͌͗͌̒f͎ͮ̉́ͪͫ̀̏̉f̶̬̆̈ͯ̃͋ͣ͢e̶͉͎͍̻̮͍̖̩͂̊͛͊́̀r̝̻͈͚̫̐͗ͨ́e̢͎͙̘̤̻͎̯͈ͧͪ̋̋̀͑́ņ̶̋̄ͮ̐ͯ́҉̠̫̟͖t̴̹̳̘͛ͫ̎͑ͭͧ̇͒ ̯̗̐̾̉ͨ͌́c̰̟ͪ͛ͯ́͝o̩̤̺̥ͯ̑͂ͯͮͭͬ̏͜ŭ̸͓̹̫̜̻ͨ̂ͩͩ͑̌̏̅ṋ̛̹͂ͦ͆̒̋̔̕t̡̗̹͍ͦͩ̓ͤ͛̔̄̀̚r̝̰͇̙̘̟ͫ̈́̄ͯ͜͡͝į̦̰̗͐͒̏͊̑̔͂e̾̓ͯͯ̀͜҉̥͔̳̗̼̬s̞̩̤̱͙͕ͮͭ͐͛͝!ͨ̂ͫ͏̼̳̠̀ I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car--!"
[Stan is still wriggling and trying to gnaw at the latch - something that in reality took a reasonably long time to actually accomplish. However, Odile knows where the outline is now. Perhaps she can find a way to open his tomb from the outside.]
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Hearing his own name makes a different memory bleed in, disembodied voices yelling in the dark, the sound of fire still crackling in places--]
"Stanley, you don't understand what I'm up against! What I've been through!"
"No, no. You don't understand w̢̹͓̲̖̎ͣͪ͠h͇̙̘̾ͤ͑͆͝a̴̭̜̥͇̮ͧ̒͆͡t̴̜̖̖͚̟͓̺̞̙̑ͤ̍̅͑̆̏͒́͐͜͞ I͇̬̳̟̹͚͎͇͊ͩ̑̋ͫ̔͊ͦ̚̕'̷̘̞ͯ͒v̢͙̼̠̼̫̻̲̦͒̾̉͌ͫͬ͂̀ẹ̛͚̰̮̥̲̞͋̏̒͑͐ͯ̚ ͙͓͍̾ͯ̊̔̿̔b̩̬͚͖̘͈̻̲ͯ̋̈͗e̦̯ͥ̄̈͢͠e͊ͧͭͪ̔̓ͭ̅҉ͅn̟̣̟͇̟͉̭ͣ̀̎ͭ̊̈́̉͐̚͢͜ ̣͖̥͓̭̮͋ͮ̓͛͐̾͌̚͟t͓͕̊ͥͭ͌͛̌͆͐ḥ̳̠͙̺̞̙͙̿ͪ͑̌̚͡͞rͤ̄͛͗̓҉̟͈̹͉̜̮͡o͐͛̀ͧͬͫͧͩ͏͈̮̬͖͕̭͔̱͠͞u̵̵̪̪̟̜͔̻̘̖̺ͧ̒̅̏ͪ̌ͨ͜g̠̣͔̲̼̀͆h̹̗̬̫͒ͅ!̡̡̱͍̻͇̩̱͚͊͂͐͊ͯ̓͝ͅ I've been to prison i̙̲̺͑̀̔n̷̹̰̤̼͈͙͖̔̔ͮ̍͗̈ͪ͝ ̟̥̲̲̪̬̣̹ͬͩ̒̕tͣ̃̔҉̬̙̬̯̹̫̞͓̝̀͘h̹͍̲͎̜͔̒ͪ͑ͩ̿ṙ̑҉̟̦̠͍͚e̸̴̛̟̜͚͔ͭ̄̽e̼̼̱͖̗̳̙̅ͯ̑̕ ͉͖͖͕̼̗̠̫̆͊̓d̛̻͙̹̠̊͊͐ͧͩͤ͛͝i̝͙̠͔̫͔̥ͧ͒͌͗͌̒f͎ͮ̉́ͪͫ̀̏̉f̶̬̆̈ͯ̃͋ͣ͢e̶͉͎͍̻̮͍̖̩͂̊͛͊́̀r̝̻͈͚̫̐͗ͨ́e̢͎͙̘̤̻͎̯͈ͧͪ̋̋̀͑́ņ̶̋̄ͮ̐ͯ́҉̠̫̟͖t̴̹̳̘͛ͫ̎͑ͭͧ̇͒ ̯̗̐̾̉ͨ͌́c̰̟ͪ͛ͯ́͝o̩̤̺̥ͯ̑͂ͯͮͭͬ̏͜ŭ̸͓̹̫̜̻ͨ̂ͩͩ͑̌̏̅ṋ̛̹͂ͦ͆̒̋̔̕t̡̗̹͍ͦͩ̓ͤ͛̔̄̀̚r̝̰͇̙̘̟ͫ̈́̄ͯ͜͡͝į̦̰̗͐͒̏͊̑̔͂e̾̓ͯͯ̀͜҉̥͔̳̗̼̬s̞̩̤̱͙͕ͮͭ͐͛͝!ͨ̂ͫ͏̼̳̠̀ I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car--!"
[Stan is still wriggling and trying to gnaw at the latch - something that in reality took a reasonably long time to actually accomplish. However, Odile knows where the outline is now. Perhaps she can find a way to open his tomb from the outside.]