On the ceiling of a small, dirty cell, flickering lamp bulbs were faintly lighting two skeleton children. Prisoners of this narrow place, they were waiting. The taller one, with a watchful eye and an absent mind, was nervously trying to make a construction of magic bones. The smaller one, with a smiling face and concerned look, was absently observing his brother. Every sound they heard made them both simultaneously turned their heads toward the closed door, hoping it would finally open. And every time was a disappointment. At some point, tired of waiting, the taller kid broke the silence. "IT'S BEEN A WHILE, DO YOU THINK HE'LL... BE OKAY?" T