When Sinead woke up it was 12:53 pm according to Hamilton's watch, she was glad he decided to take it off before he went to bed. She then walked over to the main room of the cell [with the help of the bars on the bunk beds], and noticed the window, it was sending in blasts of cold air. She then decided to sit under it until she cooled down. After about twenty minutes her teeth began to shatter, so she grabbed the window sill and pulled herself up. When she turned around and looked out the window she realized something, they were above ground and were in a desert. Then she saw a few crackers and a cup of water in the corner. She walked over to the corner and downed them in seconds. Then she went back to the window and looked out. After about three minutes, she decided to go back to bed when some scraps of paper flew by outside the window. Luckily it was like a prison cell window, with metal bars instead of glass. She jammed her hand between two of the bars and managed to grab some scraps. After she caught about four she tried to pull her hand back in, it didn't budge. She tried several times before she realized it was stuck. "I'll just wait until someone wakes up. There's no point in waking someone up for this." After about thirty minutes she was so cold her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. She heard a thump come from the bedroom and someone groaning.
"Help!" she whispered as load as she dared.
"Sinead?" Hamilton walked out of the bedroom and was rubbing his head. "What are you doing up and by the window?"
"I couldn't sleep. You fell out of bed?"
"Yeah guess you heard." He walked over and stood next to her and looked out the window.
"Hey, can you help me with something?" he nodded a yes. "I kind of got my hand stuck in the window…" He looked at her hand and looked at her.
"How did you get it stuck?" He was looking at her hand as if trying to figure out how it got there.
"I saw some scraps of paper blowing around and stuck my hand through to get them." She didn't want to admit it, but her left hand was beginning to throb.
"I try to pull it out but I doubt it'll come loose." He grabbed her wrist and began to pull when he thought of a better plan. "What if I pull on the bars and try to open them a little so you can pull your wrist out?"
"That would work." She got ready to pull her wrist out.
He put his hands in position. "One, two, three!" He pushed the bars until they began to bend. Sinead managed to pull her wrist out and fell on her back.
"Thanks." She said as she sat up and examined her wrist. It was a little purple but other than that it looked fine.
He extended his hand to her and helped her up. "What do the scraps say?"
She unclenched her fist and realized the scraps were blank except that one had a line that ran straight through it. "They're blank." Then she clenched her fist again and started to shiver.
"How long have you been over here?"
"About an hour." She said through chattering teeth.
"You have been by the window that long? Sinead I'm no doctor, but that is so not a way to avoid hypothermia." He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders and helped her walk over to her bed.
Once she was laying down on her bed she tried to give him his jacket but he kept on refusing. "Us Holts don't need jackets." Eventually she gave up and put it on and curled up and fell asleep.