Ty rested his head against the cell wall and replied, "That still makes it strange. I've also heard that people actually try to get into this event, right?
Are you here under the guise of hoping to win that wish, or are you actually some criminal guilty of something as peculiar as placing a hairpin in an eye socket?"
The old man's response was a light chuckle, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "You tell me, what do you think?" he posed the question back to Ty, an air of mystery lingering around his words.
Ty breathed out and let the thought settle. "Well, the funny thing is, it matters less than I thought.
Because the more I think about it, being locked away in a cell for an entire day or so has given me more rest and calmness than I can say I've had since all this madness started."
He hated how honest that sounded, but there it was.
