You emerge.
You slide down the laundry chute and land in a bag of dirty clothes
and skeletons.
"Halloween must be closer than we thought," you say picking
up the plastic skeletons.
You than feel the buring of your robes and leap into the washer
machine, it closes automatically and it lauches you down into a secert
meadow in a sewer.
You awaken from your uncounsisnous and relize that you both are okay,
and the cell doors are opened. You get up, ignoring the pain in your
body and the fire on your robes and you flee the cell, and climb down
a laundry chute that happens to be in your cell.
