"Abigail. What a pretty name," he comments, the delight in his voice almost on the verge of exaggeration.

"You speak as though you are new here. I certainly don't recognize you." He is a bit more at ease, perhaps, knowing what to expect. A daily routine in some ways. Does that mean that this prison life is pleasant? No. He was a powerful figure and now he's nothing.

"I've been in here for two years, sentenced to life. I supposed I might as well get used to it."