For weeks now Shane had been bored out of his mind, even exercising was boring; he had struck up conversations with each of them, sharing stories of war with John, talking about his brothers back in Iraq and Afghanistan. He had figured out a way to wear his overalls as just a pair of pants, wrapping the arms around him as belt, his chest bare, showing off several of his tattoos, the largest of which was one of the red planet.<br/><br/>He had fallen into a routine, something he had not been accustomed to since basic training years prior, wake up, exercise, eat, and exercise, if only he had a book, or a television, or a newspaper. Anything to break up the monotony was what he was thinking when Jadna made her discovery. He immediately was by her side, feeling along the door’s edges, wondering if it were trapped, or if there was a hidden latch.<br/><br/>“Perhaps we should open it and find out?” At this point even death or injury was a welcome change.