Re: Wednesday 2:56 PM
Luther had been working on the sixth cell when Joanie interrupted him. Drill poised to create another hole in the floor, he paused, looking up to her. "Don't say that," he chided. Even though his work wasn't as mentally tasking as hers was, he'd still become irritated and more tired now that time had past. They had been running for more than twenty-four hours now - Luther couldn't even think of bed without a headache developing.
"How many times have you tried that particular lock?" He put the drill down for a moment, moving flex his hands together. They kept cramping from his grip on the drill.