The sixth garage's owner was the one who'd taken the panel off, and Pit could hear said owner shifting around in the room. He poked his muzzle slowly, very slowly, into the square of light, and blew out a sigh of relief when he saw the owner's knees. That explained the ventilation shaft's slight downward slope.

His belly scraping the floor, he crept past the sixth garage.

When he found the seventh panel, he had to stop and monitor his breathing and his heartbeat. Both ...