Chapter 23
Chris woke in a cell - not the belly of some sea monster, which he counted as a bonus seeing as how being digested did not even make his list of things to do.
Having woken in plenty of cells in his time - arrests for being drunk and peeing in public places being the most common reason - he'd become quite the connoisseur. This cell ranked among the bottom.
First off, it didn't even have simple amenities like a toilet or sink.
No bed.
Not even a pot to piss in.
Rising from the uneven stone floor, covered in a layer of grime, he noted a small window set high in the wall, covered in bars, no glass. He did a chin-up, his fingers grasping the rough stone ledge, pulling himself high enough to peek out.
He stared. Blinked a few times, and yet nothing he saw changed.