Ariel stood confusedly in a corner of the room, feeling quite drained from all the prancing about that she’s been doing for a while now. She couldn’t seem to find any way to escape this cage of a room and now, she was beginning to feel quite anxious. She didn’t know how she was going to escape this room when she’s been practically locked in and disallowed from stepping foot out of the room. For most of the day, she’s been prancing to and fro the door and the adjacent window, looking for possible escape routes as well as plotting plans of escape; and after a few minutes of restless prancing, she finally came up with an escape plan, a plan that could at least get her out of here as soon as possible.
The only thing left of it was how she was going to hatch the plan, and how she was going
