The steady drip of liquid from the ceiling was beginning to grate on Alice's nerves. Unfortunately she wasn't sure if the drip was water or something far less sanitary from the cells above her, or else she'd attempt to stop it. Glancing around for what seemed like the hundreth time, she attempted to locate a weak spot in the bars that let semi-fresh air flow into the underground pens they called solitary. Just like every time before, the three inch steel gave her absolutely nothing to work with. Baring her teeth in the growing dark, Alice clawed at her hands, the glass under the skin was beginning to become irritated and itch.

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As the carriage slowed in front of the jail house, Elijah's pulse thundered in his ears. He knew the plan, but he was worried they were all going to get caught. Jack and Sebastian appeared as if nothing was bothering them, that this whole plan was going to go off without a hitch. If only his gut was so sure. He couldn't help but see the look on his mother's face as they all left the house to rescue his sister. Marabelle's concern was nearly tangible. One child was already caught, the other and her husband were going in to break her out.
"Where's Jo?" He peeped after doing a quick scan of the area. It wasn't like her to break away from orders, but she was nowhere to be seen.