You sit on the on the cold, hard floor of the cell you have been locked into for a month, talking to the one that locked you in. Sheriff Hackett

You see that face every single day, and you're starting to get impatient. Everyday you ask for some answers. He asks you questions and he gets answers, but you don't get any back.

He sits on a chair on the other side of the bars with his back turned to you, sipping a beer. "I am in just as much trouble as you two are..." He means you and Max.