Farlow sat in his cage, gripping the bars until his knuckles turned white and the bars were dented. He glared at the window to the sweet outdoors through his shaggy, brownish grayish hair with his pale yellow eyes. He wore a plain white hospital robe and had bear feet. Brilliant yellow wings sprouted from his back. He looked to his right to see his best friend, Sam, sadly looking into the corner of his cage, spread out on the cage floor. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes and white and brown wings. Farlow then turned to his left to see Claire in the other cage, curled up in a ball, staring at her knees. She had long, soft, light blond hair and beautiful blackish-grey eyes. She looked up at him and gave him a hopeless stare. Would they ever get out of here?