Five minutes before all this, Rana had been deep under her bed with her flower garden, glasses almost ready to fall off, the damp air of the cell that she wasn't used to yet making her bill feel funny. This was her garden. Hers and hers alone. Rana couldn't stand being away from plants, flora, the green seedlings of life for long. Even a day. So she had compensated for her loss and used her powers to make various plants ----grasses, flowers, vines and sprouts that could one day be trees ---- spring from the very concrete of her cell's floor. It was difficult, naturally, as plants have a hard time growing amoung rocks, even with tiny drips of water every so often, and especially find it hard when they're forced to grow in such conditions.....but Rana had done it. She had done it all right. Now it was a matter of taking care of them for as long as she could.
Holding a light blue tulip between her fingers gently, Rana pushed her glasses up on her nose.....again.....and leaned in close to it to whisper: "Grow, grow my little sproutling....but not too big now..." As she spoke these words, the tulip grew a good few centimeters taller. She told it to not get big for a good reason. If her garden extended a visible amount beyond the underside of her bed, then one of her captors might see it and destroy it...........that would devastate her.
Then something startled her. The sound of a little "chink." Rana, thinking the scientists had come for her a second time that day, immeadiatley righted her position and let out a startled, pained "QUUAAACCKK!" as her head bumped into the bed's metal lining. Flustered, she backed out from underneath there as fast as she could. Only to see that no-one was there. Not even the sound of anyone. Curious, she pulled herself to her feet, went over to the door, and pushed on it. To her utter amazement.....it opened. The duck almost wanted to cry out with suprised glee but knew better. She walked out into the hall and looked around for any guards. None. Nada. Not even a scientist. But there was something else. A strangely colored fur....no, not fur.....were those scales?....running hastily. Rana followed quietly, intrigued yet trying not be so careless that she might get herself hurt.