I sat quietly in the cell with my knees curled into my chest. I wasn't cold (well, I was, but that was permanent), but nervous. Tonight was the night I was going to escape. I had it all planned, and I wondered how the agency hadn't seen it coming. The camera they'd mounted to watch me turned to and fro, observing the room silently. The red light blinked repeatedly, no doubt recording the footage for observation in the morning. I had to do it. I was scared, but I had to. I concentrated, and soon, I heard the creaking of ice buildup as the camera became covered in a sheen of frost, and then the camera stopped moving. The light stopped blinking, and the lens cracked slightly. I hoped to whatever deity there may be that the security guards had fallen asleep as per usual. Taking a minute to regain my strength, I rose to my feet, focusing all of my energy on the sliding door. The security pad began to flash as it froze, it too being covered in frost. Soon the numbers scrambled, and read only 0's and 8's. The door beeped once, and shifted uncomfortably from the freeze. I was already tired, and I hoped that would be the hardest I would have to work to get away. Fat chance... I slid the door open on its now frozen track, hoping the sudden CRACK as it broke free hadn't alerted anyone to my escape. Clad in nothing but the hospital gown they provided, I took a step out onto the hallway floor.