Greta smoothed Jane's hair and the two peered into Anne's cell. "Anne," she said softly, listening to the glinting edge in her tone. "Would you like to come out, dear?" Greta's heart pounded as another peal of thunder crashed around them and the lightening flashed, illuminating the cells and spilling into the corridor where Jane stood with her, holding her hand. Greta slowly turned the key in the lock, and saw the grimace on Anne's face. She held the lock's tumbler half turned, the key poised for either direction and waited for Anne to react.