Slithers of sunlight seeped through the murky windows of Belmarsh prison. Ace had planned his escape from this grimy place for months; there was no going back. He dashed along the weathered slate rooftop, the crisp morning air nipping at his tense face. Bang, time stopped. The lights went on and so did the wailing sirens. Reality struck, he would be chased. With all his might, Ace leapt into the darkness. Something was wrong. He felt stationery, though he was sprinting relentlessly. He still wasn't making any progress. The dogs barked in hot pursuit, was this game over?