Light filled Doctor Cyrus William's eyes, with a harsh hiss; he moved back, the doctor's back hit the wall of the prison. How did I get myself into this mess? He thought to himself. Memories, rushing towards him, like a flowing river. Ah, now I remember. Cyrus was attending a royal birthday, in the middle of it; Cyrus was making moves on the birthday girl, in front of Sir Edward, one of the king's knights, which the father of the birthday girl, didn't appreciate. Cyrus eyes scanned around the murky depths of the dungeon.

A loud noised occurred in the once quiet room. Cyrus jerked up, his eyes staring at the face of a young girl, who was looking around for something. "I'm looking for Doctor Cyrus William!" she said out loud. A slick smile played among the doctor's mouth, "I'm him!" Cyrus said, surprised to hear his voice.

His voice was cracked and hoarse from not being used and the lack of water. The brunette looked at the ragged man, and walked towards him, containing the prize item he needs: The keys to the prison. His eyes dragged towards the face of the unknown person in front of him. She started to unlock the cell, pushing him out. "I'm Ambrosia Jones, you don't know me, but if you do what I say," She jiggled the keys, pointing to his manacles "I'll help you with those." Cyrus's eyes narrowed, but he slowly nodded. "Alright, what do I need to do?"