There was nothing to do in this room, except to wait and worry.
I’d been trapped for days. No food. No water. No hope.
Bucket in the corner. Thin mattress on the floor. My source of warmth, a greying blanket, and the clothes I was wearing.
It was still autumn, and I knew I could hang in there for a while, as long as I wasn’t cold.
I’d been dozing, when suddenly there was somebody at the window. Legs on a ladder.
Without thinking, I screamed and thumped on the window. Without knowing, was this friend or foe.