It seemed as though it was just yesterday that they had been captured and sold off to Jamil.
Ali Baba thought as he scratched another line on the wall and heaved a deep sigh. That would be a week.
As Sindbad said, Saad didn't return that night, and no one of the other slaves seemed surprised by it.
Ali Baba on the other hand couldn't accept such a decision, yet he couldn't help but feel sorry for the man who was pushed so hard to the point he thought it was his freedom.
That night, Ali Baba knew what he needed to do. Find a way out, alive. So he could prove to everyone, including himself, that Saad's choice was wrong.
He looked over his shoulder at the man in the cell across from his. Sindbad hadn't really said much since Saad had been taken, but by the look of his narrowed eyes and serious complexion, he was doing a lot of thinking himself.
