Rebecca regained consciousness, and found herself in one if the cells in the jail, surrounded by two of the men, and the woman. "Well, your plan worked, you got what you wanted, kill me." Rebecca was ready for the end, she just hoped that they killed her before Peter was well enough to come and try to help, because she knew that he would, and he wasn't strong enough alone.

"Oh, we will kill you, but not yet. We like to cause pain to people like you, so there will be a few hours of that first. I hope that you enjoy your success in freeing your boyfriend, you were good, we were planning on killing you both, you prevented that, so that'll cause you extra pain." The woman laughed, and Rebecca sighed. She just wanted this to all be over, the last four years, if you include the time in Narnia and a bit before, had been rough, painful ones, and she figured, that even though in those four years she had found the first, and now inevitably the only, love ever shown towards her.

The woman took a knife and walked towards Rebecca, and pulled her shirt up in the back. "So, what was the name of that boy we had here?" she asked.

"What does it matter?" asked Rebecca.

"Oh, well, we just want to know, he was such a good person, and besides, you will regret it if you don't tell us." Rebecca thought, then decided that it caused no one any harm to give up his first name, it was a common one, tracing it would be hard.

"If you must know, his name is Peter."

"Ah, that's a good name for him, he looked like a Peter. He was very brave, and he really loves you. It's a real shame he's so in love, he was very good looking." The woman laughed a little as she spoke, and rambled on a bit about his wonderful traits. Hearing him mocked so awfully boiled Rebecca's blood, but she said nothing, and did nothing. Then pain shot through her back, and she realized the woman was using the knife and cutting at the middle of her back.

The pain was immense, seeing as she didn't just do a little bit, she made many cuts that weren't too deep, but were definitely not shallow cuts. Rebecca wouldn't give them the satisfaction of a scream, not yet, not for this type of pain, she remained silent, and kept a straight face, though it took every ounce of energy she had. Finally the cutting stopped, and the woman let Rebecca's shirt fall back into place. "Well, that's going to be quite a scar you have, too bad no one will ever see it, it's incredible," the woman tried to get a rise out of Rebecca, who remained still and silent. "I suppose that's enough fun for now, let's go boys." The woman left with the two men, and locked the door. Rebecca felt the hot blood running down her back, but could think of nothing to do about it, so she lay on the ground where she was, thinking of Peter, who she didn't know was just outside of the jail as she thought.

Peter walked silently around to the back, and looked for some kind of entrance. This place is impossible! He worked his way around and finally found a window to climb through. Once he was inside, he immediately began walking down the many rows of cells, trying to find Rebecca. He was amazed at how big this building was, and he wondered if the other two pairs were in. The weapon in his hand felt cold, but he was ready, and unafraid to use it. Every so often, he had to stop and rest his leg, for it was still very weak, but he wouldn't give up until this was all over, whether they won or not.

Bryan and Constance took the front entrance, figuring that they could pass as some form of visitors. They were cautious as the rounded corners, and silent walking down halls. They kept their weapons concealed, but at an easy place in case of an emergency. Suddenly they stopped, they heard footsteps, and they were getting louder. Constance looked at Bryan for a moment, and then she got an idea. She pushed him up against the wall and started kissing him. Immediately he understood what she was doing, and played along. "What are you too doing?" asked one of the men gruffly as he turned the corner. Constance and Bryan pretended not to hear, both afraid that too much talking might give them away.

"Oh leave them alone, they're not going to be a problem, they probably can't register anything right now, they'll finish up an leave. Let's go," the other man said to his associate. The two left, and Constance and Bryan broke apart.

"I'm really sorry, I couldn't think under tat kind of pressure very well." Constance was slightly ashamed of her action, but it seemed to have worked. Bryan looked at her and smiled.

"Don't worry about it, it might have saved our lives, besides, I didn't really mind." They shared a smile, then snapped back into reality. "We should probably get going, after all, we do have a mission to accomplish." The two of them left together, as quietly as possible, but neither could completely hide small smiles creeping up their faces.

Peter was getting close, and he could feel it, he could sense a human presence somewhere, and he knew that it was Rebecca. He rounded yet another corner, slowly, and quietly, peeking out from behind the wall to make sure no one that he didn't want to run into was there before completely walking out. Walking down the row, he looked into each of the small cells, looking for Rebecca, hoping that she was still alive, though he sensed that she was, he wanted to be sure. Finally, he reached a cell that held a her. She was crumpled on the floor, her back was bloody, and she looked to be in a lot of pain. Having thought ahead this time, he brought a long, thin sharp metal hook to pick the lock with, and he entered quickly, dropping beside her and puller her up into his arms.

"Wake up, I'm here, you're safe now." She moved a little in his arms, and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" she was so alarmed that he was risking his life again that she forgot that she herself was in any trouble.

"I came back for you, did you really think I wouldn't? What did they do to you? You're bleeding all over me."

"They cut into my back a little, but I'll be fine, don't worry about it, I'm just tired."

"Alright, then lets get you out of here, we'll get everybody else and leave."

"Who else is here?" she asked, astonished that anyone else would have come to help.

"Bryan, Constance, Susan, and David, now come on, we have to get out before they come back." He helped her up, and they headed back out the door. Though her back was in pain, the rest of her was in a suitable condition. They walked quietly together down the long hallways, and soon spotted Constance and Bryan, both looked extremely relieved.

"Rebecca, it's so good to see you, now let's find David and Susan and get out of here!" Constance whispered. They stopped at a corner where they thought they heard noise. Bryan looked around the corner, and turned back quickly.

"Guys, we've got a problem."

"What's wrong?" asked Peter, worriedly.

"Well, they seem to have caught Susan and David." Bryan explained to Peter, and both shared a pained look. Both of their younger siblings were in trouble, and now was the only option they would have to get them out alive.