Miku sat at the very corner of our cell.
Hugging his knees tight, head buried in his hands.
I approached him.
"What happened?" I asked, in the quietest voice I had.
No response.
I decided he didn't feel like talking, so I didn't force him to.
Though I knew that he knew something.
Something that I didn't want to know.
But that didn't stop me from finding out.
What happened? I asked once more, this time, to his mind.
There was a moment of silence, before he responded.
I'm sorry. Was all he sent back.
I began to feel weary and tired from standing.
I sat in front of him, copying his position.
I held my heavy head in my arms, and closed my tired eyes.
I shut out the movement and occasionally bumps of the moving carriage.
I shut out Phix's whining, barking, and growling from two cells down.
I shut out Callie and Koko's constant banging on the cell doors.
I shut out the back round noise.
I shut out almost everything, so all I could see, or hear, was a black and silent setting.
But I didn't shut out everything.
I could still hear the silent sobbing, of my cellmate, through my mind.
Even as I continued to drift away, in a pool of deep sleep....
