Darkness
It has been three weeks since I first told the group about my plan. We are now working out the details, but we couldn't do it at lunch anymore. Too many people and Gurads.
So now we plan at night, when the rythmatic pitter-patter on the floors is mistaken for the sound of mice running throughout the prison. It is not mice. It's the prisoners, tapping in Morse Code.
I move towards the wall, where, on the other side, is Matthew and Eric. I tap out my greeting.
You there?
A series of taps answers me.
We're always here. Have you not learned that yet?
I tap my response.
Ha ha. That was very funny. That was Matthew, was it not?
Of course.
Should have known.
I am glad you got it. It is hard to be sarcastic in Morse.
We should get working.
Oh yeah. The plan.
Well, I was thinking...
I told them my ideas, and they responded to me. Eric was probably on the other side of the room, telling the ideas to Tony and Michael, who were in the cell on the other side of them.
Everybody joined in the conversation. At around one in the morning, Matthew said he should get sleep, and Eric said he was also tired. Everyone went to sleep, the deatils to the plan starting to form.





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