(Prison Cell, 25th Hour, Leo's POV)
About an hour after Charles left, Leo finally conceived a painful, yet plausible, plan to escape, drawing inspiration from famous escape artists back on Earth who seemingly managed to break out of inescapable binds by dislocating the joints in their bodies.
'If I can dislocate my shoulder… maybe I can slip one hand out of these restraints,' Leo thought, his eyes narrowing as he made up his mind to attempt the desperate strategy next.
"Dumpy, I have an idea. Let's see if it works," Leo muttered, beginning to roll toward the edge of the room, dragging his body inch by inch across the cold floor as the mana-locked restraints clinked faintly with every strained shift.
When he finally reached the wall, he let out a quiet groan, his breath shallow and uneven, as he twisted his body into position, turning so that his back was pressed against the solid surface behind him.
