â€œYes, the basement plumbing closet connects to the utility tunnel, just keep going down and you canâ€™t miss it. The tunnel is right behind the metal security panel. Youâ€™re right â€“ we shouldnâ€™t wait too long. Itâ€™s Monday, and I think the soonest we should try is Friday night at lockdown, that way we have into the morning if anything goes wrong. Not that I plan to be in the tunnel that long,â€ he added with a smirk,â€ but Friday-into-Saturday gives us more room for error. â€œBesides, we should stockpile some food over the next few days. We should sneak out of the calf things that will keep a few days â€“ maybe some fruit, bread, that horrible jerky they feed us sometimes.â€ He looked thoughtful as he continued, his eyes darting around the periphery of his vision. â€œCan you sew? Maybe make us some light backpacks to carry food and stuff in?â€<br/><br/>Before she replied he added a sobering thought. â€œIf we get caught, things wonâ€™t go well for me. I have a history. But, I have a plan to save you.â€ He looked deadly serious. â€œIf we get caught, I am going to say that I forced you to come â€“ that I bought you along as a hostage. That way you donâ€™t have to suffer too. If you play along you can slip back into your usual routine here and get on with things.â€ He smiled weakly, trying not to think about that scenario and all that came with it. â€œBut letâ€™s not think about that right now.â€