The occasional small conversation punctuates the rest of the night, but most of it is spent just sitting, even dozing once or twice on Benedict's part-- he's exhausted-- but largely just waiting, watching the sky slowly brighten through the tiny window until there's enough light to pick out individual bricks in the dungeon wall.

Delirious from fear and fatigue, Benedict jerks awake when, a while past dawn, one of the upper doors creaks open. He wrenches his hand away from where it was holding Colin's with a hiss of "go," scooting away to hug his arms around himself with a last despondent glance. If Colin is caught here, he could be in huge trouble.

Time to face the music.