MK heard the swear and the hiss from Macaque. Now. They were both distracted. He pushed and tried to focus. He pooled the light together into the wall of the bubble and turned it into a portal. He fell through it and landed by the bookshelf outside. He grunted as he hit the floor. Oh that hurt. He panted as he looked up at the shelf. He dragged himself toward the book and pulled it off the shelf.

Now he had to figure out what to do from here. MK didn't think this far ahead. It was getting harder to think. The blood was draining from him and his heart rate was slowing down. Think MK. Think.