Susan wasn't sure how long she slept, but her eyes were still sore and she was pretty tired, so she assumed it wasn't long.
She sat up and wiped at her dirty face, using the flannel lining of her raincoat to clean her cheeks as best she could. Her eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dim light, but what she was able to see didn't make her feel a whole lot better.The room was small, barely her height long and wide, more like a closet and she guessed it was a cat prison, not meant for someone her size. The floor was cold, damp stone, the same as the walls. The only other features were the door she had come through and the ledge she curled up on.
Susan pulled her knees up to her chest, pressing her back against the wall and tried to think. There had to be a way out. She knew Tucker would do hi
