It was Sunday, from my deduction of the times I was fed. I sat, prayed a little, and ate a little. I felt like singing, so I sang. Hymns, songs, psalms, and anything I could remember I sang. I prayed some more, and recited some verses I had learned. Another meal came. That signaled that it was afternoon. I did some more of the same. I prayed:  Dear God, Help me in this, my time of trouble. I praise you for my creation, and for my health. Please send something to comfort me. I know that you can do all things, whether they seem possible or not. I also pray for the salvation of my captors. Please let me be a good witness to you in all that I do, even in this capture, dear Lord. In Jesus’ Holy and Precious name, Amen. I felt a relief. The Lord had comforted me, but I still felt alone.

At supper time, I got a strange surprise. With the food came a noisy thud, then a moan. I heard someone say, “Well, Adam, looks like you have a room-mate.”  Then there was a little laughter. I heard the door again slam shut. I got up, and walked over to the heap of food as best as I could.

“Hello?”  I ventured to say.

“Adam, is that you?”  Came the response.

“Yes, but who is this?”

“You mean you can’t tell?”

“Just tell me.”

“It’s Tricia.”

“Tricia?!”

“Yes. I thought you could use a little company.”

“Sure could. Where are you?”

“Right here.”  Through the dim light I could see a silhouette of someone stand up. I reached out my arms.

“Here are my hands, can you get them?”  I felt the touch of her hands, and 1 quickly drew them back, with her in them. I gave her a giant hug, and she me. “You know Tricia, you ought to take a bath!”

“Huh?”

“That food doesn’t smell to good!”

“Kinda like the paint, huh?”

“Yeah. So how have you been, and why did you come?”  I asked, as I led her over to the spot in the pit with the most light. I sat down with her, my arm around her.

“Well, you see, after you left, Michelle and I saw Noah come back. We gave him your instructions.” 

“’He told us to go and for you not to try anything, but if in a week he had not escaped to send in the police.’  I said.”

“’But he’ll surly be killed.”  Noah responded.

“’Matt told me that we were to meet at the Smoking Gun, next Friday.’ Laura added.”

”’Okay. That’s where we’ll get him.’  Noah said. We laid out a plan to trap Matt and Noelle at the Smoking Gun, believing that they would kill you next Saturday. ‘But we need some way of telling Adam our plan so that he will be ready to escape when the time comes.’“