After a sleepless night, and lunch was tasteless, forcing the last bite of chicken into my mouth, Elaine changeed her clothes in a hurry, while the cell door was opened as promised.
Zoey has also changed out of the the uniform white bathrobe of the military prostitutes, with long hair simply tied back at the back of her head. She whispers a few words to Berger, then she grabbed Elaine and headed downstairs.
The corridor was silent, even in their haste, each other also had the sense to lighten their steps. When they were about to turn into the stairs, Elaine turned round to see the guard meticulously taking the plates back to the trolley, and then locked the cell again, as if the cell was still occupied.
