Sabbath could feel Noelle shiver, he knew she was as hungry as he was and he could hear her stomach growling as badly as his, but she didn't complain, she was strong even if she thought she wasn't.

Sabbath stiffened when he heard the familiar creak of the upper chamber door. He could hear footsteps dragging on the stairs, and shadows were leaping in the glow of a moving light source. Someone was approaching, maybe he and Noelle would get their slice of bread? Maybe, they'd be forced to clean again or, Maybe none of the above? Ultimately, he reasoned, it was futile to guess.

However, Sabbath did resolve to request more food for both he and Nells, if indeed they were being brought their meagre meal.

As the figure approached, the familiar bubbles of anger simmered in Sabbath, he clenched his jaw and returned Noelle's little hand squeeze in an attempt to reassure her. His black eyes turned to the cell door and he watched, intently, for the new arrival.