Fynn was wandering down the corridor, looking for someone - anyone. Unfortunately, the entirety of HQ seemed to be deserted. Feeling rather frustrated, she leaned against the nearest wall and thought about where people might be. As she thought, the wall opened behind her, proving itself to be a door.

Rather inelegantly, she fell backwards, but instead of hitting the floor, she fell into someone's arms. "Oh," the stranger said, helping her back upright. "Hello." Fynn looked the stranger up and down, who smiled back. "I'm Cassie," she added. "I was just on my way out to look for some help."

"What's the problem?" Fynn asked. "I could be quite helpful..." she grinned.

"Well, it's this little thing here, you see, I can't fix it on my own." Cassie pulled Fynn into the room and pointed under the table. "Under there."

"Hmm." Fynn pretended to think about it. "I think we'll both need to be under there- two sets of hands are better than one, you know, for delicate activities like this."

"Whatever you say," Cassie replied. "I'm not an expert, but I think I can manage to help..."

Very soon, they were both under the table, and Fynn was proven correct- two sets of hands were better than one.