They both stood up to sort out the bedding and put the mats on the floor. Martha and the hens could all sleep on the wooden bench. It was obvious to both of them that they would be sleeping in their clothes. Mr Finleyson and Gilbert lay down on the mats they had put down on the painted concrete floor, which was freezing cold. They covered themselves with the itchy threadbare horse blankets they were given and lay their heads down on the lumpy, flat pillows provided. This trip had turned out to be a nightmare. He just wanted to get as far as he could away from Norwich and back to his farm and normality. He wanted Martha and her sisters back home on his farm where they were happy and content. These past few days were not good for them. He hoped they would not suffer any ill effects because of what they had been through. Their routine turned upside down, and they all still had that long journey back home to Scotland to endure. The thought filled him with dread! He raised his head to see where Martha was. She was rocking back and forth on the long wooden bench, her eyes closed. The other eight hens were also sleeping. They were all lined up in a row on the bench as if it was a perch. He was worried about them and Martha catching a chill in the cold, dank cell. Gilbert raised his head off the pillow and said, "I'm goingto go for a last toilet break. What about you Oliver"?