Lois climbed the stairs and let herself into her office. Once she'd locked the door, she stood in the darkness and looked into the brightly illuminated cell.
The prisoner was asleep on the floor. He was lying on his back - which was unusual. However, it wasn't necessarily indicative of trouble; it could be simply that he'd healed enough to allow a greater variety of sleeping positions.
She lifted the binoculars to her eyes. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm.
Lois released a deep sigh. Her gut had gotten it wrong.
She was losing her edge.
Had lost it.
Thanks
Corrina.
