A voice that could not possibly be alerted him to someone's presence in his cement box. The voice was warm, he felt the warmth wash over him in this cold place. It could not be, his mind had broken finally. He had been close many of times, but somehow he always managed to remain at least somewhat sane. Now he was sure he was insane and hearing voices. The Constant had won, clearly. Closing his eyes, he opened them again, tears running down his face from the light stinging his eyes, there was a blurry ghost standing in his cement box. She was speaking to him, calling him Red. No one had used that name in a long time. He had to remind himself that his name was Raymond Reddington, that he was alive, he was not the cat. He had mumbled those words to himself many of a nights holding onto himself as much as he could. Someone in the room was gasping for oxygen, he heard it as the world started to spin around him.

"What is wrong with him?" The ghost called out to someone.

The Constant appeared next to her. As the world continued to spin around him, Red could not help but think, thank god she's gone. The Constant would hurt her to get to him. It was his worse fear when she was alive. Someone would find out how much she meant, and they would use that to their advantage. She was his weakness; she had called it within a short period of knowing him. How much it bothered him that he needed her in his life, that he was not brave or strong enough to walk away like her mother had or her grandfather. That he needed her light in life, to light the dark waters. He could feel her warmth on his grotesque face and he yearned to bath in it one more time. To feel the warmth of the hideous being that he was, though he did not deserve it. He deserved the cement box. That was how this place had become acceptable to him, it was his punishment for being so selfish. It was his just deserts for having a part in extinguishing a beautiful light, taking her away from her daughter. Everything the Constant did, felt like a deserved punishment for just that one transgression, for not saving her.

His chest ached, was he having a heart attack? He had feared it a few times, with the shocks, the pain, the burning, it seemed a strong possibility. He was dying, Raymond felt it with every fiber of his body. His heart was finally giving out, his chest ached with a deep pain. This was the end, finally. He had finally paid enough.

"He's hyperventilating. We need the doctor down here ASAP." The man Raymond called the Constant ordered to one of the guards waiting outside the cell.

A few smacks to the face did not bring Ray out of his state, the Constant was forcing his head up by holding his chin to ensure the airway was as open as it could get. He listened at the approaching sound of feet pounding against the cement. Echoing in the hallway.

The doctor arrived with a syringe. She quickly jabbed the prisoner in the neck pushing the benzodiazepine into the man's body. Grabbing his wrist, she felt his pulse, she could tell just from the pulse that the man's blood pressure was too high. When his head slumped to his chest, she quickly reacted, grabbing a flashlight out of her coat pocket she checked his pupils. They reacted. She checked the pulse in his neck and kept her fingers there while she looked at her watch. Kept a mental count of heartbeats. Relief overcame her as she noticed them slowing.

"What happened?" The Constant asked standing over the doctor who was kneeling next to the prisoner.

"I believe he had an anxiety attack." The doctor responded, "He was hyperventilating. I gave him something to calm him down."

"How long will he be unconscious?"

"I do not know." The doctor said checking his pulse again, it had slowed significantly. His body was relaxed in the chains.

"Was this the first time?" The woman in the hallway asked standing back shocked at the sight before her eyes. She had been surprised when the door opened to the cell. It was not like the last time she had come to see him in a cell. The man she had known was barely recognizable. He had lost a lot of weight. He was frail and the bruises were the most colorful thing on him. His skin was extremely pale as if he had not seen the sun for months. She realized that he probably had not living in the underground prison.

"Yes." The Constant answered though not truthfully. The prisoner had anxiety attacks before, but never this severe. They had taken to treating them with valium in water.

"Why is he chained?" She asked, "I doubt he is a danger to anyone."

"Protocol." The Constant answered his voice dry with boredom.

"Can you unchain him now he's unconscious." She asked looking inside as the doctor continued to check over Red.

"Not if you plan on talking to him."

"Doctor, I know you cannot tell me an exact amount of time that he will be unconscious, but can you give me an approximation?" The woman outside the cell asked.

"Probably only about twenty minutes. I did not give him a large dose. Just enough to calm him down. He likely just passed out due to exhaustion." The doctor answered checking the man's pupil response again just to assure herself he was ok, or as ok as he could be inside this place. Unlike the other prisoners, this one had never made crude comments or even looked at her in a crude manner. He seemed to always respect her and look at her like a person and not an object to masturbate to later. There had always been a broken look about him too. She had thought of him more often than she should have in her off time from the prison. He always looked like he thought he deserved what they did to him. With a little lucky and research, she was able to find out his name was Raymond Reddington, and that he was not a great man, but no one deserved this. Some might wonder, and she often did, that if she believed this why did she continue her work as a doctor for this prison. It paid well, and she always felt removed from the prisoners. The men and few women she saw were always prisoners, not human beings. However, there was something about this one. His eyes, and the way even without words she always felt like she had his undivided attention when she was in a room with him.

"Is there a phone I can use to call my superiors?" The woman asked looking at the Constant.

"Follow me." The Constant said already disliking the guest. He knew she had some important people backing her given that she was able to get into this prison and visit this prisoner. Most of his prisoners never saw anyone but himself and never spoke to anyone but himself. Orders came in last week from someone higher up that there would be a visitor who could speak with the prisoner in private, and the prisoner was allowed to speak with her. He was to be made ready for her visitation, which meant he was not to be tortured or injured in any way that may prevent him from speaking freely. The guest and the prisoner were to be left alone and not monitored.

He dropped her by his office and told her he would wait down the hallway in the staff lounge. The staff lounge was nothing more than a locker room with a table and a fridge. They often played cards here during their night shifts. There was a bank of monitors that showed each of the cells. The prison currently housed ten prisoners, all males, and all here under the patriot act or what was left of it. They were considered enemy combatants and not afforded any rights. Three of the ten were American citizens, two were Arabs, two Russians, one German, one North Korean, and one Englishman. Many prisoners only stayed in the prison long enough for them to be broken. The Constant took charge on the harder cases, as he was the best at breaking men. This usually meant he had three to four cases at a time. Raymond Reddington had been his longest-running case, and he was sure he had broken the man on a few occasions. The prisoner always seemed to rally somehow and come back to himself. The Constant, who's actual name was Douglass, was told it did not matter how broken Raymond Reddington was, he would live the rest of his days out in that cell.

Back in his office, the woman was on the phone, he did not have sound, but he was able to watch her via the camera in his office. Only he had access, being the ranking officer here, he used his passcode to view what was occurring in his office. He had no sound, but he could watch her. He kept watch on the monitor she was on, and the one of Reddington's cell.

Back in his office, she spoke to her superiors on the phone, "He is much worse than we expected." She felt the tears well in her eyes, "He had a panic attack when he saw me. He looks horrible."

"You have to get him to help." Agent Cooper spoke in a soothing voice, "We need him to be able to get to the root of these attacks. All of our evidence leads back to someone he was associated with, and we cannot find anything on that person."

Cooper knew Agent Keen knew all of this, but he needed to reminder her that the attacks occurring all over the Western world were organized, and it seemed Raymond Reddington could help prevent further death and destruction.

"I know." She said wiping away the tears. "I just don't know how we are going to convince him to help us. After what they've done. Even if we can convince him I'm not sure he's still there. You haven't seen him."

"Agent Keen, he will help if you asked him." Agent Cooper responded, feeling in his heart this was all wrong. Raymond Reddington was a criminal, but he had heard rumors about the blacksite he had been imprisoned at for the past two years. Cooper had felt anger when the powers that be finally gave him the location, after exhausting all other possibilities. This included bringing Dembe and many of Reddington's people in, but the person in question was someone from Reddington's early days on the run from the US government, and none of his people knew of the person or Red's connection to them. All of the evidence of the timeline as to when the people entered Red's life, and this man matched, and that was why the powers that be finally caved in and gave Cooper Reddington's location.

After the task force, with Dembe's and Kate Kaplan's help, finally tracked down Agent Keen and saved her from her father (who managed to escape during the gun battle at ensued while freeing Agent Keen), Agent Keen had returned to work. Tom Keen disappeared from her life, at least for the most part. He appeared occasionally, usually around Agnes birthday. Agnes was two now and the task force was her family. She called Cooper grandpa, and she had Uncle Don and Aram who she called Am. Her Aunt Sa was her favorite, Samar had taken to the little girl much to everyone's surprise. Even Dembe pitched in when he was in the US, which was more often these days.

He could only imagine what Raymond looked like, and by the tears in Agent Keen's voice, he knew it had to be worse than he could even imagine. Reddington did not deserve this. Cooper had tried to find him after the men took him away, but Reddington's location was a well-hidden secret. Even his own people could not find the place. Cooper and even eventually Donald had helped Dembe search for Reddington's location after he disappeared from the post office.

It was cruel to ask Elizabeth Keen to go to that prison and speak with Reddington. Everyone knew that if Reddington would talk, it would be to Elizabeth Keen. Donald had thought that if anyone asked and told Reddington what was occurring in the world outside of that prison, he likely would have given them the information. But no one had taken his suggestion seriously. Instead, he had been ordered to send Elizabeth Keen to that prison.

"I cannot just leave him here." Lizzie said looking at the wooden desk.

"I do not know if you will have a choice." Cooper answered wondering how long before they moved Reddington after this visit.

"What if he will not give me the information until he is freed?"

"They may just torture him for the answers."

"Harold they are already torturing him. He is so pale and small." Elizabeth blinked against the image of Reddington sitting chained to the chair. She felt the guilt start eating at her, it was her fault he was here. She faked her death, and he had gone to extreme to avenge her fake death. He had allowed himself to piss off powerful people just to avenge her fake death. "We can't leave him here."

Harold sighed into the phone, "I will see what I can do."

"Maybe you should call Uncle Debe. You know he is watching Agnes for me while I'm away at my field training. And I really would like to know how she is. I miss her. Maybe when I call back later Uncle Debe and Am can have Agnes in your office so I can talk to her." She hoped Harold understood what she was saying.

"I am sure we can make that happen." Harold responded not knowing what Agent Keen was up to but even if he told Dembe the real reason why she was gone, they still had no idea where she was. It was highly likely the minute she left that prison, wherever it was, they would move Reddington to another blacksite. They had got to great pains to ensure he was untraceable, and there were more unknown blacksites that were just rumors out in the world. A simple transfer for a few unknown prisoners to these sites would cover up any tracks of Reddington.

"Thank you. Please do your best to convince the Attorney General that Reddington can be more of an asset if used properly."

"Thank you for the update Agent Keen."

"I will call later tonight sir when I've spoken with Reddington." She hung the phone up and knew she was being watched because within only a short period after hanging up the phone the guard showed up at the door.

"The prisoner is starting to wake up."

"Let's go see him." Elizabeth said hoping he was not able to listen into the conversation.