As I got up and walked around my jail I noticed something. The floor was oddly slick. I knew I had to be careful not to fall
If I jump I can end my pain!
Shaking in every limb, I groped my way back to the wall; resolving there to perish rather than risk the terrors of the wells, of which my imagination now pictured many in various positions about the dungeon
I continued on with my tour around the jail. However I grew weak due to my lack of energy.
I collapsed out of exhaustion on the cold hard floor. Where I rested for a long while.