The time had passed like it always did. Esme returned back to her regular routine. No one else came near the cells, and the silence returned. She wondered how many days had passed. Her eyes fixated on the only book she had with her. A tale of two cities, and just before she was about to let her mind wander into the exquisite writing of Charles Dickens, the screeching of a cell opening caught her attention. The rattling of handlebars boomed, echoing throughout the entire area.