I was slumped over in my cell. It was dim. It's been lonely in my cell, only my consciousness is my friend. I never really ate, I would stare down my cell walls. I never got visitors… until Sam knocked at my sell bars, and spoke. “Oi, dream you got a visitor today.”

I got up and walked to the bars and held them death starring Sam with a psychotic grin. “Yay, I just love visitors..” I chuckled psychotically as I clutched the bars.