Micah had his hands on the bars of the jail window as he spoke to you in a desperate tone. “AYE! Aye!” He called out.

You leaned against the brick wall next to Micah’s jail window.

“You gonna get me outta here?” He says in a almost pathetic voice, peering through the bars.

You crossed your arms before speaking. “I ain’t decided yet.”

“Real funny..” Micah mutters, his face looking bloody and beaten.