cell door

The young woman had moved to open the cell door.

The boy went to the cell door, which was still open.

No one said anything until we were back at the open cell door.

The cell door was open, with one guard on each side.

It was another two hours before the cell door opened.

If it had been anyone else, he'd have opened the cell door and gone in.

I said, once the cell door had been locked behind them.

And this time on the other side of the prison cell door.

It had stopped outside a cell door that looked the same as all the others.

He heard the cell door swing open again and then close.

I started to speak after all, then something made me look over my shoulder and out the cell door.

Five women stood behind the cell door marked No. 11.

Otherwise, the cell door is opened only to hand in food.

They open a cell door and take a prisoner away.

Finally, some time in the morning, our cell door was kicked open.

He rubbed his eyes again and turned to look at the open cell door.

That was something he'd had no real trouble doing since the first day the cell door closed with him inside.

They reached another cell door on the right side of the passage.

That meant they were now on both sides of the cell door.

The cell door rattled a little, but that was all.

As she came out, the guard was opening the other cell door.

The three of them stopped outside the cell door, which was standing open on its track.

The little strip of light under the cell door was still there, as it had been every night.

The bolt in the cell door was being turned slowly.

He slammed his hand against the wall beside the cell door.