Flynn laughed as Alyson seemed to get jealous when he asked her about the girl who had brought him in. "No. I don't like her. She's the one that brought me in here." Flynn grinned slightly. "Do I sense some jealousy?" Alyson didn't reply and went to walk out. Flynn eyed her as she punched in some code to open the door. He couldn't tell what she pushed, though. He waited several minutes until he was sure she was gone.

He got up and frantically ran his hands over every inch of the cell. He felt a small recess in the middle of the back wall, but it wouldn't budge. After an hour of searching he went to the cell door. He examined the bars and noticed that part of the door frame was still in tact and wasn't pure concrete. He slammed his fist against the top corner of the bars. Little pieces of drywall fell down. It wasn't much, but it gave him hope.

For the next several hours Flynn slammed his fist, full force, against the top corner of the bars. Each time a tiny bit of the drywall fell to the ground. As he kept going it felt as if his hand bones were breaking. He didn't care, he was going to get out of here. Another hour later his hand felt wet. He looked at it. Blood flowed down his hand onto his arm. He lifted it back up and kept banging at the bars. He used his anger at getting caught to drive his strength. After an uncertain amount of hours, his arm fell limply at his side.

He examined it closely. No bones were broken, but all strength had left his arm. He had lost a lot of blood out of his arm. He took his tank top off and wrapped it around his hand. He examined the floor and wiped up all traces of blood and drywall there was. He took his left hand and brought it up and shook the bars. The moved a little more freely. Flynn fell backwards against the wall defeated. Sure if he kept at it he might be able to push the bars out, but it would take weeks and he didn't know when the strength would return to his arm. Exhausted and feeling dejected, he fell over and passed out.

He awoke hours later to the sound of the outside door opening. He sat up as best he could. A little strength had returned to his arm, but he still felt weak. He quickly took his shirt off his hand to avoid suspicion and held it to his chin. He heard a soft voice call out to him. It was Alyson. She had brought him a towel. Her soft words were oddly calming after the day he had. He noticed the lights dimming and she placed a bottle of water within his reach. He normally would have though it was some sort of trick, but he was too tired and thirsty to care. He grabbed the water and chugged it. 

As he drank the water he heard a soft "whirring" noise behind him. The small recess he had found in the wall earlier hid a small cot. He was too weak to even think about using this as a tool for escape. He slinked onto the cot and laid down. He rolled onto his side and faced the cell door. "Thank you. So much." He whispered. Slowly closing his eyes. In his broken down state Flynn, for the first time, was genuinely thankful.