After going through the portal, Michael found him in a cell. Not just any old cell though, this cell had: White clay walls that were hard to dig out of because it was sweltering; Steel bars promising his certain doom and a concrete floor s blue as the beautiful sea. Michael was flabbergasted.

Michael looked around for an escape. He thought he could dig out the wall because it was clay, but the walls were too hot. The bars were humungous, but they were too close together for mike to squeeze through. What could he do now.

He saw someone and said, “Hello” then asked, “Who are you?”

“Hello,” he said, “I am Gregory Howitzer,”

“Why are you here?” Mike asked.

“I stole the royal cushion,” he replied. Michael said under himself, “A pillow?”

Michael was growing hungry and thirsty. He had to escape somehow. “I have an idea,” Greg said, “but I need help.” Michael was puzzled but then it hit him the poster on the floor looked like a perfect disguise.

Michael was thinking about Greg’s plan and he was about to open the hole but a guard came then said, “Lights out!” The guard left and Michael opened the hole. He escape had began.