In the morning, there was still no sign of Tannow. As the sun rose over the fields outside of the window, there was nothing to hear. It might almost have seemed as if she would be left there, forgotten for always - when a scraping sound came from the far side of the door. A green hand pushed a thin saucer under the door with crackers on it, as they were all that would fit through the small opening beneath the door. Under this paltry meal was a note, written in a rough hand. 'Sorry about this. - Kagan.'<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>It would be another night and a morning before she would receive any attention. At about ten o'clock on that morning, the door unlocked and was pushed open. There stood Tannow, countenance abnormally dark in the morning light. His posture was stiff, unflinching. "#74, would you like to come out of this room?"