Thomas stood and after a while he had, had enough of waiting for the Detective. Thomas made his way down the corridor of cells. It was damp, dark and smelly. He passed many men in there cells lying sleeping and one even using the toilet. He hated the thought that Ivy had stayed here, she suited being in the light. He heard the Detective at the end jail cell.
"I said get up." The Detectives loud shout was heard from down the cell block.
Bang
Thomas walked in on the Detective kicking the metal bed. Ivy was lying on it with her back facing him. Thomas was concerned he rushed over and leaned towards Ivy's figure, her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were furrowed. He held her arm shaking her to wake her.
"Hey get up, Ivy it's Thomas I am here to pick you up." He used a soft voice to try to coax her.
