"Hmm, do I risk going up the footholds? Or continue down the sewer-way..." Fionna thinks to herself. This is a no-brainer: Going up means sky and fresh air. Dirty foothold bricks it is! But first, Fionna grabs the old wand and shoves it into her backpack. She then holds the rude ladder torch in her mouth and places one foot after another on the bricks. Fionna carefully hoists herself up to (hopefully) freedom.