END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[all] time to move

[not_the_last]

Some have already left the prison corridor, while others are still milling around, finding their closest ones, searching the area, talking increasingly loudly. Rather than shout for attention, Cassandra hurries the length of the hall and speaks briefly to each individual or group: come on, we're making a break for it, this way.

Once she's got everyone's attention that she can, she rejoins Crichton and whoever else she's gathered, by the door Friday first entered by.

Raising her voice this time: "So far as we can tell, there are only two ways out of here, and they lead to the same place. We can try to join up with the others who went to the bridge, or search the ship and see what else we can find. I don't think there's anything else to be gained in here."

A beat.

"Let's go."