“K-k-key?” She echoed, closing her eyes to try and remember WHAT a key was, let alone WHERE it was. If it was the thing that opened the cage though… She could see, in her mind, the little golden key glinting in her captor’s hand. When he was done he put it… She opened her eyes and pointed to a drawer of a desk not far off. “The-e-er-re.” She pointed to the top drawer of the dark brown desk across the room.

Oh. Well. That was easier than he thought.

“All right,” he said, moving over to the desk, “let’s get you out and abou–”

He stared into the drawer. There was no key. He riffed through some papers, opened some other drawers, but no, there didn’t seem to be any key. Figures.

“Well,” he sighed, pulling his tool cart from stage left, “there’s always plan B.”