Now that she knew that rooms existed all around her she decided she was far too awake to sleep just at the very moment. After all she knew where to find a room now, and the whole of the prison was at her disposal. If the prison was to now be home she might as well explore and learn her way around. Her first thought was to find Light, as much as she loved the damp and the dark even she could not survive without a source of light.

She thought for a moment and thought to herself, a torch. That seemed to be like the logical thing to find in a dark dank basement. As she crept along the halls she ignored the doors and felt along the walls, hopeful and yet not hopeful.