If Aiden had had pinkies, he might have caught it. As it was, it landed with a soft pumpt on his toes. The Mojoworlder winced a little as his footwear was not very thick. His toes did not like the suddent application of metal to their tops.

He grunted a bit as the lock slid off his toes to the rooftop. He sighed softly as he went to check if the door was painted or rusted shut. It came open easier than expected with nary a squeal or ominious sound.