Laurel kept herself awake by thinking about every detail of the past day. She had paid careful attention to everything and everyone around her in the hope of finding a way out of this awful place. As the hours passed she grew more tense, being reminded by every footstep she heard outside the cell that someone would soon come for her.
Razeth started jerking in his sleep almost as if he was in restraints. He snarled as his claws came out. He slashed and snapped at the dream Ryker. Then all at once, he stopped moving as he suddenly awoken. He looked to his hands and called back the claws. He looked to Laurel as he sat up in his corner. He stared at her as he saw her upon the floor. "You're into power plays, I see. I give you the bed and you don't even use it." He replied gruffly.