The day wore on. Grown accustomed to the candle light, the cockroaches
came out of their cracks and scurried across the floor. This proved
vastly intriguing to Pal, who watched them interestedly. He made quick
little rushes, but the cockroaches always escaped. Jeff walked
restlessly around the small cell. There had to be a way out because
there was a way out of everything, but he could think of nothing.