Tom groaned and stretched his stale limbs. After hanging out with Pau and Pat yesterday, Tord still hadn't shown up which was apparently 'good news' but this prison was honestly getting boring and cramped. The kitchen always had the same crap, and he wish he had something to listen to other than his own music.

And if he has to shower with strawberry shampoo one more TIME-

Whatever, today was the day anyway. 

And as if summoned the click of steel boots made their way down the hallway, and with enough vigor to fill a ship captain on a mission.

The metal footsteps stopped and there stood Tord, who was silent and watchful. This made Tom uneasy, so he got up and walked to the bars of the stupid prison, looking into Tord's face, "So, are you ready to release me?" Tom's voice was sarcastic but a hint of hope lingered in the air. Tord slowly looked into Tom's eyes, and then wickedly grinned.

"Oh you don't know even half of what you're in for blue ."