Winding through the narrow halls of this almost cell block is just as nerve racking as it would seem. We are slowly but surely making our way down to the worst of the worst. At this moment in time, however, we are passing the ones who have put the innocent in harm's way. They have broken the vow that says that they will keep bystanders safe. As we pass through I can't help but notice their stares. They seem to be looking directly at me but, from their convulsions and cries, I know that is not entirely true. I am told they cannot see or hear anything other than what is painted in their mind for them. The only visions that accompany their existence. Allusions that was designed specifically for them and no other. Peter Parker stands against a wall, screaming and unmoving. He is screaming: begging. He can see her, he can see the love of his life, taken by his enemy. Taken away from him. He watches as he takes her back to the shed on the lake. A new vision starts. They pass the bank where his aunt was so awfully suspended, he watches her fall. He watches her crash into the earth like she was nothing but a rag doll falling loosely from the arms of a new born child. One could only imagine the pain that comes with these visions. To be so helpless. To have to watch as people you love die and your world crumbles at your feet over and over again. The guards tell him that if he stays still she may live. That if he stays still he can save her. The guard says he has the power to change the visions, even though he knows that he does not. He is forever cursed with the allusions and heartbreak that are to follow. I almost want to say something but I don't. I just keep walking onto the next.