“Okay, um, you should still probably stay low key. Just in case.” Orchid knew she was close. How close was the question. A small doorway was to her right. A possibility.
“I can’t do anything in here anyway. I can’t see, it’s dark and small and smells funny and I think there might be rats or mice or something.” Her voice was starting to spiral up into fear, and no matter how hard she tried to control herself it didn’t seem to work.
She tried the door. Locked, of course. Orchid tried to calm her nerves as she pulled a knife from her pocket. “I found a door and I can pick locks. I’m going to try it. Who are you? How long have you been stuck here?”
“I don’t know. I think I’ve lost track of time. I can’t see any light, I don’t know how many days have passed.” Perversely, hope made the fear worse as well.