(11:30pm) - Blake wakes up in his room.

"1324 again. Though that can't be the combination. It has to be something different, and it would take me far too long to run through all of the different combinations in my head. Maybe the sides have something to do with it...but two dice have eight sides..."

Nevertheless, he input a new number: 1342

He shrugged his shoulders.

"It was worth a try, I suppose..."

As Blake was thinking about the possible codes he could try, he remembered that there were still some places that he could investigate. He sought out different areas in the room, and settled on examining the desk's chair since he was there anyways.

Panic set in as Blake realized he was running out of time fast.

"There has to be some kind of hint about what die to use for which number!"

Blake rushed over to check out the card scanner, desperate for a clue.

"Nothing? There has to be some way for me to narrow the possibilities!"

Trying to think of places he missed, Blake turned his eyes to the window itself. Perhaps he was too entranced on what was outside to notice a vital clue.

"Dammit! Why couldn't this puzzle have been something I could've solved quicker? If I don't find a way to guess these numbers, then-"

Fear gripped his throat. Blake looked up to the ceiling to the emergency hatch. Soon enough, he would be on the other side of that hatch.

Back at the metal desk, Blake used his mind to picture all sorts of combinations that could work, but then he thought of something different.

"Could it be that the numbers don't matter, but the sides of the dice themselves?"

Tentatively, Blake entered 4688.

"That's it! The numbers match up with the sides!"

He quickly entered 4868.

Blake stared at the knife for a split second, and then instinctively placed it in his back pocket. With no cause for celebration, he grabbed the keycard and pushed towards the card reader. He scanned the card, crossing his fingers that he made it in time.

Blake threw himself to the ground, exasperated. He hadn't realized he had stopped breathing, as the adrenaline had completely taken over his body.

"Well...that wasn't so bad."

Blake realized that he had lost control over his emotions inside of that room.

"That cannot happen again. I must not be vulnerable. I don't know what's up here, but I must be ready for anything."

After making this promise to himself, he stepped out of the room.

The image before him was certainly something Blake never had planned to see before. There was something about seeing office supplies getting sucked out into deep space that made Blake laugh. Even though he was faced with imminent death mere moments ago, Blake felt more comfortable...more relaxed. Perhaps it was because he was armed. He took out the knife to look at it in more detail. He knew it was easy to handle. Should the time comes, he would not be afraid to use it.

He had seen a number 9 on the door, and that was how long it had taken for the hatch to open. Perhaps he thought, the number nine would be an integral part to this "space station."

After taking a deep breath, Blake slowly began floating down the hallway, making sure to stop at each door and check to see if they were unlocked. Finding a way out was his top priority. However, he froze.

"Even if I find an exit, how the hell am I supposed to get off of this goddamn spaceship?"

Even Blake's amount of technical knowledge did not provide him with the ability to pilot a space shuttle. Perishing the thought from his mind, he continued down the hallway. He had to get out. There was no other possibility.