Why couldn't this be Sam's nightmare? Then they would have had handy lock picking tools. Frustrated, Sam wrapped his hands around the bars of his cell again, pushing and pulling, not to attract attention but to test for weak spots, vainly hoping for a way to force himself out.

"Maybe we just grab them," Sam suggested. "Wait until one comes over, turns his back, grab them through the bars. Someone must have something on them we can use to pick it."