"Isn't it supposed to be easy? I watch my parents do it all the time." Mark, who had been quiet all through, finally voiced out his thoughts. He crawled towards the cell bar and pressed his face against it, his eyes traveling out only to settle at the keyhole on the top.
"There!" He softly exclaimed, pointing at the lock. "If we can fit it through then we have more chances at leaving. There's still a problem because the keyhole seems taller than us. We won't be able to reach the lock." He turned to look at Alain who pressed his lips into a thin line, his brown eyes appearing slightly distant, as if considering other options, but a sudden 'psst!' from the next cage drew his attention.
