When William woke up the next morning, his two burly babysitters were standing exactly where he left them when he went to bed. If not for their chests heaving, he would think they were lifeless statues that were exceptionally created to look like humans.
Just like every other morning since he had been placed on 24-hour surveillance, William crawled out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom without greeting the two men.
There was a bit of pep in his step though he was limping from his sprained ankle that was over-exaggeratedly bandaged by his mother. He held a frown on his small lips that didn't upturn into a cunning smile until he closed the bathroom door behind him.
William had a plan; he slept well on it. Though it would be dangerous and very risky, he was very confident that his plan would work.
