Prison Break

"It's me, Samantha. Do you remember?"

"Of course I do."

"How old are you?"

"I'm still nine. Why?"

"I thought he might have poisoned you like the others. Are you hurt?"

"My head feels a little sore from where Mr. Pryde hit me." Samantha found Prudence's hand and helped her sit up. "What happened to you after we split up?"

Samantha told her about the fight with the dog, the chase through the forest, diving into the sea, and waking up in Reverend Crane's bedroom. "He's going to make us babies like the others," she said. "We have to escape before then."

"How?"

"I'm not sure, but there has to be a way out. No jail is escape-proof."

"Even if we escape, they're going to capture us again. There's nothing we can do," Prudence said. She curled back up on the pile of straw to wait for the end.

"We can't give up."

"Why not? We can't beat the reverend and Mr. Pryde. They're too strong. They're adults and we're children."

"Just because we're littler than him doesn't mean we have to let him push us around." Samantha rolled Prudence back towards her. "He only has the power we give him. If no one ever stands up to him, he'll always be able to control us."

"We did the best we could, Samantha. If we try anything else he might kill us."

"Do you want to be a baby again?"