Aladdin was not the only one in the cell. There was another young man sitting next to him.
"Are you a doomed lover too?" asked the young man.
"I guess you can call it that," Aladdin replied.
"This is hopeless we're never going to see our lovers again," the young man cried.
"Yes we will, I know in my heart. They are on their way to rescue us now," Aladdin tried to reassure him.
"How can you be so sure?" asked the man.
"This note," Aladdin showed the man the note.
"That doesn't prove anything, anyone could've wrote that to give you false hope," the man replied.
"No way, I know my love's hand writing when I see it," Aladdin snapped.
"Who is it who's been holding my Aladdin hostage?" Jafar and the others finally got to the dungeon, and they were looking all over for Aladdin's cell where he was being held.
Aladdin could hear Jafar's voice.
"That's him!" he yelled.
"So where is Aladdin's cell?" Jafar asked the guard.
The guard gave him the wrong directions and told him to go downstairs, leading him to the janator's closet.
"Nothing but brooms and dust mops in here!" Jafar looked around for Aladdin, no sign of him.
"Maybe he lead us to the wrong place," said Jasmine.
"Yeah maybe," Genie was really fed up with not being able to find Aladdin anywhere.
"Okay Genie, hypnotize the guard into showing where Aladdin is," Jasmine told him.
"You will…. Show us where Aladdin is," Genie told the guard.
"He's in room number seven," the guard said in a trance.
Everyone went upstairs to room number seven, the room was locked.
"Al, are you in there?" Jafar called.
"It's you!" Aladdin called out, opening the door.
Jafar was standing there, with Jasmine, Sandra, and Genie all behind him.
Aladdin hugged everyone.
"I missed all of you so much! Now let's get out of here, the food is terrible!" Aladdin exclaimed.