C35 Clean up the Prison!

Early the next morning, a persistent knocking roused Willett from his deep slumber. Groggily, he ran his hands through his tousled hair and bellowed out to the disturber, "Who's there? Interrupting my sleep at the crack of dawn! Can't a person get some rest?"

His head throbbed from the lack of sleep.

Outside, Winson's voice came through, laced with urgency, "Willett