"Okay, let's go." Said Alex.
 "No! You can't leave me here! I'll go completely insane!"
 "There's a short trip." said Frederick.
 She grabbed her pole and started swinging it at him. He squealed and jumped back a step. "Ha! Can't get me now!" Stephanie swung the bar low to the ground, and tripped him. He fell flat on his butt in the dirt again. "Shut up, ya big blue baby!"
 "Frederick, are you okay?" I went over and helped him up. He was starting to turn into a pallette, covered in different colours.
 "I'm fine." he wheezed.
 She snickered. "Man, what a dork. Lighten up, fruit cake."
 "He's just stressed!" I yelled. "The man's been busy makin' sure I don't get myself killed."
 "Look," said Stephanie, "I'm just a little P-Oed after sittin' in this stupid cage for five years. Hey, um, what's that word? Will you ever . . . something me?"
 "Forgive?" asked Alex.
 "Yeah," she smiled at him. "That's it, forgive. Thanks . . . uh . . . "
 "The name's Alex" he replied, giving her a bright smile.
 "Thanks Alex." she whispered. "Hey!" Stephanie cried. "I just remembered that there's a hole in the ceiling in here. We could try to get out that way . . . "
 "Do we really want to go into her cell with her?" asked Frederick.
 "C'mon!" yelled Alex. "She made one mistake! Lay off!"
"Aren't you the one who suggested we run only a minute ago?" I asked.
"That is acient history!" Alex muttered and rolled his eyes.
 "Calm down, I'm just saying that she could just be putting on a show, to lure us in there." Fred said.
 Stephanie scowled.
 "She'd never do that to me!" shouted Alex. "Would you, Steph?" he asked
 "Of course not!"
 "Frederick may be right, but it's our only hope as of now. Let's give it a shot." I finally said.
 We entered her cell and she led us into a different section which contained a bed, a small stream running along the wall, and a small toilet. She pointed to the ceiling where a somewhat large hole was located.
 "What's up there?" asked Alex.
 "Dunno." she said. "I could never get up there because it's too high."
 "Well, we can get through it now.  I'll push you up." offered Alex.
 "Careful guys," I began, "We don't know what's up there. It could be dangerous."
 "Yeah!" cried Stephanie. "I could be killed! You go first, Alex.  "Na uh." said Alex. "You first, Andrea."
 "Well, I suppose so . . . " I started to say.
 "No, Andrea!" said Frederick, with all the authority he could muster. "It's much too dangerous. I'll go first."