When Gemma was done eating her food, she left the tray on the nightstand and sat on the bed trying to come up with an escape plan.
About thirty minutes later a knock came on the bedroom door.
At first, Gemma ignored it, Miguel was going to come in anyway. But the person kept knocking so Gemma said, "come in."
She wondered why he bothered with the faux formality when he was the one who locked the door from outside.
She watched the doorknob as it turned and the door opened.
Gemma was disappointed when one of the guards she had once seen in the basement walked in. She was expecting it to be Miguel.
"I'm here to get your plate and give you this." The guard placed a grey shirt and a towel he was holding on the mattress.
"I will be needing some toiletries as well," Gemma asked.
"Or are your prisoners not allowed to have those?"
"I will let Miguel know," was all the guard said before he carried the tray, turned around and left the room, making sure to lock the door.
