Stephanie took a step back. An ordinary door. An ordinary, flimsy door. It was possible; she knew it was possible. She was tall and strong. This door was all that stood between her and saving Skulduggery. She had strong legs. Her legs were muscled, a swimmer's legs. They were strong. The door was weak. She could do it. She had to do it. She had to save her friend.
Her boot slammed against the door. She kicked again... and again... and again... Her legs were strong. She couldn't fail. Desperation lent her strength. The door was weak and it burst open.