(A few hours later, inside the prison cell, Leo's POV)
Twenty-three hours had passed since Leo first regained consciousness inside the cell, and despite racking his brain and testing every inch of his limited movement, he had made absolutely no progress in finding a way out, as he remained helplessly bound by the restraints, gazing upward at the lone hole in the ceiling through which the light poured in from an unfamiliar sky.
"Lord Father, if you allow me to speak, I believe I may have a solution to our problem," Dumpy said at that moment, flopping his belly sideways as he rolled next to Leo, his expression brimming with misplaced confidence.
"Go on… tell me what you think," Leo muttered, raising an eyebrow as Dumpy cleared his throat with the seriousness of a royal advisor.
