A practical attitude

"Please calm down Ludmila. Here take my jacket so you won't get cold."

He put on her his jacket. It's niot that the room was cold, but Mike hope that this move will help Ludmila to calm.

"Let me look around, babe. Maybe I could find a way out."

Then he look around. He sometimes had been thinking about what to do in case of a ****.

But this was peculiar, in all his plans, he was expecting some sort of cell... at least a 'human' normal cell. Not this ugly greenish cubic room with nothing, very nothing, on the walls.

He couldn't even locate a door on a wall. He wondered how they were put in there first.

"Well, I don't really want to say that, but you might have been right to be scared, baby. I don't even have a clue of what happened to us, or where we are. Or whom did that to us, for that matter."

"No, please don't say that. Please tell me that you'll save us from here."

"I sure hope that we'll be saved. But I don't really see how or by whom. We are not in immediate danger. But what I know is that if we want to be saved, we must be ready for when that time come."

So Mike did some fitness moves, and Ludmila tried to do some too.

After a while, they started to get hungry an thirsty. Then they heard some machinery noises, a sort of humming and buzzing sound, in the walls.