As I'm about to turn back, The Director calls out to me. He's right. Blasting my way through the basement didn't work. I can't risk running out of ammo again. But I can alter how I approach the world. My last spare shells for three of his distress flares. I hope to hell they do more than light the place up. They work! More importantly, they stun. The flares don't last very long and they don't stun very far. But with my rotten meat, I can lure and then blind the Jellies. Maybe the letter-writer had a point, after all. Maybe I don't have to be like Draco.