Is there perhaps some reason why my dreams are always about escaping from prison?
The plan this time was perfect.
There were a bunch of our friends coming to visit us in the jail today. They had come to talk with us for a while, then the warden took them on a tour of the facility.
Little did he know we had the keys to their cars.
That was the plan: while everyone else was on the tour, all us prisoners in the big room would pile into the big vans and drive out the back door. It almost worked, too...
The first van was packed full, and drove away; the second one followed it. The third and final one...never arrived. Guess who was among those left waiting for it.
Damnation!