You got taken to jail for shop lifting. Once the police dragged you to your cell they threw you in, locked the cell, and walked away. You were mad that you were in jail but you knew it was your fault. Bob woke up from taking a nap on the bottom bunk and looked at you, he was a bit groggy from just waking up but he was glad to have a cell mate.

"Ngh.. Heyy, new friend.."

Bob spoke in a tired voice as he sat up and stretched.