By God, if only he had the strength to tear these bars open. Will clenched his fists around the bars so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"WE'LL BE OKAY," he called. "I'LL SING FOR YOU. STAY STRONG, OKAY?" He didn't know how much time they had and he didn't want to waste any of it with silence. "CAN YOU HAVE A WORD WITH THE KITCHEN COS THE FOOD HERE IS SHIT!"