When was it time to give up? She asked herself. The question seemed to spring into her brain, but it was one she had met before. It was the same question she repeatedly asked herself in the cell. Day after day, she had wished for it to become better. To allow the evil to relish the taste of victory, to let them have it. Because good always won. She used to be sure of it. Being in the cell had become an eye opener for her.