Chapter 19 Allies In Shadows

• Stone scraped against stone with each measured step. Back and forth across the narrow cell, Rory's bare feet traced a worn path through the straw bedding. The sound echoed off the walls like a metronome counting down to something inevitable.
• "Would you stop that?" Donna's voice drifted from the cell across the corridor, gentle despite her exhaustion. "You're making me dizzy."
• Rory paused mid-stride; his hands clenched at his sides. The knuckles on his right hand bore fresh scrapes from where he'd punched the wall hours earlier. The stone hadn't given. His skin had.