Ian was eating breakfast. The mood was grim, but hope danced in everyone's eyes. Someone had escaped.
"What's the plan?" Cupquake asked me. "Huh? What plan?" Ian replied. "To escape, of course!" She exclaimed. Everyone looked at me. "You guys want me to make a plan? I'm the ultimate Griefer!" Ian asked, shocked. "Yep," said Sky. "Ok then," Ian muttered. What have I gotten myself into? Ian wondered as he started to come up with a plan.
After They had mapped out a plan, Ian retired to his room.