Could she survive one more day? Probably, hopefully... One more day wouldn't be all too bad, she thought. "Yes, one more day..." She muttered, before spooning the cold slop into her mouth. No one seemed to notice them talking, but she couldn't risk it by looking over, despite the fact that she wanted to see a friendly face, even if for a moment.

All Alena could do was shake her head. Morse code? She didn't know what that was, what it could mean. She knew how to speak English well enough, but she didn't know her letters, had never had a chance to learn them, was that a part of it? "The back halls are always dark and empty." She remembered how she had been forced to go through them, occasionally, they covered the whole building, usually used as shortcuts by the guards. Often she was forced to go light the fires in their hearths and they had taken her through there a time or two. She had never liked it, it scared her being alone with the guards in a dark hallway, but when she had tried to use her fire to light the way she had been slapped. Though now she knew the way, even in the dark, to the guards quarters, as well as the door they used to come and go.