Laying on the cold stone floor of her cell, she stared at the ceiling, taking in each discoloration and patch of moss or whatever it was that grew in here with her.

“You did not escape?” Asked Rain’s voice.

Her question came suddenly and with no warning, causing Enya to bolt upright for a second. Realizing it was only her fellow prisoner, she lay back down.

“No,” she said.

“But you were not escorted? You had not been caught, ...