Boredom set in quickly after he finished his merger meal so Clancy got up out of the too small bed to continue his exploration of the attic. Flipping the switch to lower the attic's ladder he climbed back up hoping to find anything helpful that he might have missed earlier.

After about a half hour of digging around only finding a dead rat and some old clothes he flopped down on the couch that had been stored against the wall. He let out a sigh resting his head in both of his hands for a beat. After a breath, he reclined back into the seat looking up at the ceiling, as he stared up he noticed something glinting in the rafters. Cocking his head to the side to get a better look, he determined that it was some sort of metal object resting on one of the beams of the ceiling. Clancy stood up he figured that if he could get up on the upper platform of the attic he might be able to reach whatever the object that was up there was. Once he had pulled himself up there to stand he leaned against the wall reaching out to try and grab what he had now figured out was a metal statuette. His arm was too short though, as he reached out he found that he was several inches away from his target. Not one to be daunted though he began the search for something to help him. Looking around the room his eyes once again found the toy shot gun that he had dropped earlier, the barrel of the gun was more than long enough to knock the statuette off its perch. Clancy jumped down retrieving the gun from where it had fallen, he looked it over noting that there was a small dent in the butt of the gun from being so carelessly handled earlier, he snorted at the prospect of messing up Lucas's toys. With careless abandon he tossed the gun up onto the platform, following up right behind it.

With some precarious balancing and two attempts he finally knocked the statuette down. It hit the couch and bounced off, clattering to the floor. Clancy cringed at the noise, fearful that someone would come to investigate. He sat still for several minutes waiting for someone to show up. He almost expected Lucas's crazy mother to start shouting about someone making racket but only silence could be heard. When he was fairly certain no one was coming, he jumped down to find the statuette it had bounced pretty hard and was now lying next to the dresser that was immediately in front of the square opening leading back down into the bedroom. Picking it up he found that it was a strange blocky arrangement of metal arms, weighing about 3 pounds in his hands. He looked at it skeptically, his first thought was that it was a welding project gone horribly wrong, like some sort of metal chimera.
"Why the hell do they have this thing laying around?" He wondered, twisting it about in his hands. He sat back down on the couch with the statuette. 'Maybe I'm was looking at it from the wrong side, or thinking about it wrong, or maybe it's just a useless piece of modern art?' he though. Almost ready to give up on the thing, he sat it down on his knee glancing around the room, maybe it has to be put together with something, just like the lantern wall hangers in the room he had woken up in a day or so prior. That's when it hit him, he let out a frustrated, "What the hell, is this place?" before standing up and walking to the podium in front of the painting. The light was already on in the projector so it was a simple act of setting the statuette down in the stream of light projecting onto the picture known as "Judgment". He began twisting it again, modeling what he had done with it earlier only this time with a purpose. After a few tries the shadow being projected onto the screen was matched perfectly with the overexposed portion of the picture, he heard a click. He smiled to himself, proud that he had figured it out so quickly, it took him forever to match the stupid fork up to the snake's face, the last time he had been forced to complete one of these stupid puzzles.

Walking over, he again pulled on the face of the dollhouse. This time it swung open revealing a small gray key attached to a ring, it had a tag with illegible writing on it, ostensibly telling the reader where the keys place of designated use was. It didn't matter too much to Clancy though, his mind was full of thoughts of escape. He exited the attic quickly rushing over to the bedroom door. He fit the key into the hole, taking a breath as he prepared himself for whatever was on the other side of the door. "No more tar monsters, no more tar monsters." He quietly prayed to himself. He twisted the key to the right it refused to move, so he twisted it left, same result. He stopped glaring at the key with squinted eyes, he jerked it back and forth a few times with increasing force still nothing. "Gaah! Dammit, dammit!" he exclaimed turning from the door and throwing the key across the room. "You have got to be kidding me!" He accused the room, he let himself slide down to the floor staring in dismay. He leaned back banging his head against the door a few times before he got up to find the key he had chucked.

With is hopes of escape crushed, it was time for plan B. Clancy figured it was better if Lucas didn't know what he had been up to, so he climbed the attic ladder for a third time. He closed what he was now dubbing, "the dollhouse of disappointment" before grabbing the statuette from the podium. He glared bitterly back and forth between the statue and its former hiding place. Finally, he decided it wasn't worth the effort to try and put it back up there. If he dropped it casually behind the couch, it might look like he had fallen on its own accord. For authenticity sake he even factored in how much the statuette liked to bounce.

Back in the bedroom he paced around, the key in his hand. Only now did the writing on the tag become important for him to figure out. So far, he had made out a "B-a" or "B-e"? Maybe? He was ready to throw the key again, he pocketed it instead. He walked back over the bed, plopping down on it. He was tired and much of his body still hurt. He decided to try and conserve energy, maybe a quick nap wouldn't be so bad. He assured himself that he would only rest his eyes for 30 minutes at most as he lied down on the flat pillow, but quickly his promise to himself was forgotten to the world of sleep.