"Get yourself up, prisoners; you're both free now." The guard, who allowed Alvaro to have some drops of water yesterday, hit the iron bars with his spear. It created a jarring noise that woke Gala and Alvaro up.
Gala's eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the beaming rays of the sun peering in through the massive windows of the upper floors that were closed yesterday. "Blimey, what hour is it now? Did we sleep until noon?" She asked the guard, her eyes squinting, and her voice was a bit raspy.
The guard's face wrinkled in confusion. "Noon? I believe it's about to be six in the morning now." He croaked.
'Six in the morning? You're kidding me!'
This prompted her to rise on her feet heedlessly, totally forgetting that the dungeon they were in only stood three feet tall.
