Marc stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes, and everything became quiet in the cell for a time. Toffee waited expectantly but nothing happened. Marc swung his legs over the edge of the bed and cupped his chin in his hands.
"It's no use," he sighed. "I've too much on my mind.
"Try again," urged Toffee.
"It's no use I tell you."
Toffee sat up and glanced down at Marc. Slowly an intense expression crept over her face. Quietly, she reached down and removed one of her shoes, and regarded it sadly. She leaned over the edge of the bed and poised it over Marc's head. Closing her eyes, she swung the shoe downward as swiftly as she could. Marc slumped to the floor soundlessly.
Marc had been right in assuming that Joseph wouldn't be there to open the door for them. He fitted the key into the lock and turned it.
"You needn't have hit me so hard," he grumbled. Toffee looked hurt.
"I got you out of there, didn't I? Of course, maybe I shouldn't have left that note for the judge." Marc looked alarmed.
"What note?"