"Hey Nells", Sabbath touched her lightly on the shoulder, "give the boy, err, Mason, some room. I think you might be freaking him out even more" he offered.

Sabbath held up his hand to silently halt the conversation, he crooked his finger to indicate they should move a little closer. At a whisper, he started to talk, "Mason, Nells, Listen!! The silver-haired man said he'll be returning soon. We all want to get out of here, we all want to go home, that's a given. There are three of us now, and we've got to make some decisions..." He lowered his voice, "What do you say we try to overthrow him?". Sabbath knew Nells had some fight in her, but so far, Mason, seemed pretty sooky. Sabbath wondered if he'd in fact be more of a hindrance than a help, in the very least he figured he could be a decoy.

Sabbath glanced at Nells and Mason through the dingy light and continued, "They seem to be protecting their investment. We're not worth much to them if we're hurt or injured, so thats why they treat our wounds". His eyes flicked between them to gauge whether they were following his line of thought, "How about this.. when the old man returns, you", He looked at Mason, "you lay on the bench and pretend to be sick groaning in pain. When he enters the cell to look at you, we," he pointed at Nells, "can create a distraction while one of us tries to slip out the door, to run for help". He paused, "If that fails, then we go to Plan B. We all try to jump him. All three of us at once, BUT, our first priority is to get hold of his wand".

"Listen, If any of us get hold of the wand, don't waste time, use it, immediately! If there is anyone looking for us they should be able to trace our underage magic."

What do you both think? he asked in a hushed tone.