It had often been cold. Today, however, it was a different story altogether. The temperature must have been at least minus five, the door was frozen solid, and icicles hung from the ceiling of the cell. Water dripped from them at two second intervals. Tap, tap, tap. It used to drive him crazy, but now he was immune to it. Ten hours. He was stopped in his thoughts by the sound of boots at the door. A key turned and three bolts were snapped back. After some shoving and kicking, the ice jamming the door was shattered. It creaked open. He prayed it not to be Tsielk. His heart was beating rapidly. *