Saving Darnay

Darnay has ben sent to jail, my dear Lucie is so broken up about this! I'm not letting her lose another man to the slow death that is prison. Lucie will not sacrifice anymore for her loved ones, nor will Little Lucie be forced to live without a father. I need to save Darnay. He needs to be stay alive, he will be recalled to life.

PLAN TO SAVE DARNAY:
1. Keep him sane- be able to see Lucie every so often
2. Meet him-whilst working in La Force make it a point to visit him; keep him going
3. Build a case- find witnesses, use my own importance to my advantage
...I must save Darnay,

#backtoprison #great #whosgabelleanyway

9 Days- Back to shoemaking

Shoe-making Day one: I miss Lucie, why did she leave me? I feel lost and alone now...

 Day Two: Who am I? What is my purpose? 

Day Three: There is a strange man that watches my every move, imprisoned and confined in here. 

Day Four: Cut, Sew, Polish, Repeat 

Day Five: Lucie, she's been gone for five days...why did I let her go? 

Day six: I had a great life, a wife that loved me so 

Day seven: I am  stronger than this, I am not a shoe maker, I am a Doctor. 

Day Eight: Lucie, she worked so hard to keep me sane, why am I going crazy again?

 Day nine: I've studied, I've read, I'm educated, I don't have to sit here and make shoes

#whatdoidowithalltheseshoes

I met my child- I have no idea where I am

 

The child I dreamt about late into the night, the child I wished, for came to me tonight. She is my beautiful daughter, she lives, she breathes, she smiles with no worries lining her face. Her soft golden locks match those of the woman whose face had all but faded in my mind. The woman who, sadly, did not live to see me freed. This daughter of mine cherishes my life, she cares for me, and makes me happy. It is because of her that I will live again! I now owe my life to Lucie Manette, my very own blood.

#recalledtolife
 #Y0LT #takinmahstuff
#105NT

Day 6,570-105 North Tower

Finally! I'm free...if I could remember what free was. I don't know where I'm going, or where I am. I know nothing. These stairs leave me disconcerted; did I climb them once all those years ago or was I born into this cell? I practically stumbled down the stairs, missing each step, for my legs don't know how to carry out their duty. A man stained red guides me to a new place and leaves the door open. I scream. I shout. I realize with this door, I could finally leave, never look back, but I fear I have no strength to carry out the deed. I tell the man: shut the door, lock it, and leave me be. I am a prisoner. I am 105 North Tower.

 

 

Day 4,002- 105 North Tower

#selfiesundays #shoemaking

 

 

Or atleast I think it's sunday. I've taken to making shoes to pass the time, it's quite a mind-numbing hobby; helping me forget the fact that I've been here for nine years,or two days, or an hour...not really sure. The moon speaks tonight about the family I have never seen. Sometimes I imagine the child I've never met, but don't worry it's not like I'm crazy or anything...oh no look I'm in an edifice!

 

 

Day 1 - 105 North Tower

Just got thrown in prison; not exactly sure why. I'm pretty sure it had to do with the aristocrat Evrémonde, I bet he sent a Lettres De Cachet and here I am! I left my dear wife behind, she probably assumes me to be dead.I have a strong suspicion that she is with child, I pray dearly for that soul. The aristocrats have too much power, but it's not like I can do anything about that from behind these bars...

 

#newcrib #getmeoutofhere #worstoftimes