it was like sitting in a web, which fly was gonna be eaten next? nobody knew. the air was tense but nobody mentioned it. nobody knew what was going on, yet whispers still traveled the deets. ones that if you really took a step back from you would just kind of laugh about. but at the same time it wasn't okay. this was serious. we were all captured. so we did our best to fix what we could. and who knows if it helped untie the knots to set us free. but hey, what could we do?