Do you suppose that's what we're looking for? A— oh!

[ Now that he knows, the divot Flynn keeps running into makes a lot more sense. It's hardly anything—just a softer patch of glitter he keeps hitting—but it feels different than the sticky-glittery floor around him, and if it's a trapdoor... ]

This might be something, here—if we could uncover it, then...

[ don't mind him scrabbling at the floor like a dog ]