Creating a plan

Josephine sat tiredly on the dusty floor where she had stayed for three days now. Her stomach ached badly from the meal which she was forced to eat. A bowl of pap containing nothing but salt. She had hurriedly eaten it for fear of being flogged by the monster-like figure that had stood over her with a whip while she scooped spoon after spoon of the salty pap into her mouth.

Looking more closely around her, she made a few new observations.

First, the large table at the center of the room was no table at all, there were crates stacked together to give the impression of a table at first glance. As she looked at the stacked crates more closely, she wondered why anyone would go through the trouble of stacking dozens of crates together instead of just buying a table but then something else caught her attention.