"I guess we should be glad they're not talking. Like Chucky."

Allison, why did you make that reference?

Anyway, don't think about that because she's launching herself at the nearest fire exit that is meant to lead them back to the street except it's not working. Instead, she's set off some alarms. Allison bites back a curse, clenching her jaw in frustration as she gives the door another useless shove with her shoulder before pushing herself back.

"I remember I saw another one," she yells over the piecing sound of the alarm. "We'll have to pass by the pop music section though." Let's hope this magic hasn't touched Bieber.