[3] [Cell - Alkalai Lake] Confused Concussions

[Jean Grey]

Jean stopped, after just wandering around the cell.  Jumping at every small noise, hoping at this point for something to happen, anything, she stopped.  This was ridiculous.  They must have planned no farther then to grab her and leave her there to die.  She wasn't about to just sit there and wait until she withered away and died, so she combed the area, checking the bed, mattress for anything.  Finally getting ahold of some wire and used that to scratch at the mortar between bricks.  It took forever, her muttering to herself and twice cutting her hand, which got her swearing. 

Hours later, maybe a day who knew, she got a brick loosened enough and leaned back on her hands kicking at it.  Once she had a large enough hole to just barely squeeze through she did.  Scraped along her arms, cut hand and a rather foul mood, but she was out of at least the small cell. 

She stood and brushed at the dust and dirt looking around.  Now all she needed was to figure out which way to go.

[Jean Grey]

Taking to the halls Jean got the distinct impression she was a rat in a maze.  Someone timing her and shaking their head at her utter lack of direction.  She kept to the walls, making herself as small as possible, against them, against shadows.  Every so often she might hear someone ad then she was sure they heard her.  Her heart hammering loudly in her chest, hand over her own mouth to keep from making the slightest sound.  It had felt like forever, quietly, slowly making her way around.  Dead ends, doors she couldn't open, until she smelled it.  Fresh air, she had almost forgotten what it smelled like.  It stung her lungs with the cold and she had to fight to not run off towards it.

Inch by inch, the last thing she wanted was to get so close, and get caught.