She had passed out again soon after Will had welcomed her back. He was Deputy Governor now that The Freak had been taken into custody, with good old Vera 'Vinegar Tits' finally making the progression she had always so desired for her career, straight into the Governor role after years of being the underdog. Will wasn't a mean man despite all he knew about Franky. When she had slipped back into the darkness, he wheeled her into a cell and got one of the other women - Liz Birdsworth - to help her get some rest, tucking her in before he left.
Franky woke up but was too afraid to open her eyes. Surely it had all been a dream. Surely she wasn't back in Wentworth Prison so soon after her release. Unfortunately for her, the scenes swirling round in her mind had taken place, and when she felt brave enough to allow her eyes to slip open just a fraction, she saw those cold and familiar four walls. Franky sobbed.
Bridgette was the one woman Franky had ever trusted explicitly. She had put her entire newfound freedom and life on hold to try and satisfy her, hoping that it would end up in a lifelong union of trust, love and rampant, hot sex. She had thought all that was on the cards. She even saw a kid or two in her future. What sort of mother would she have been? But Bridgette had betrayed her.
Soon after being knocked out in the bedroom, Bridgette had come around to find her lover passed out on the bed. A huge gash on the right side of her temple was bleeding profusely, so Bridgette called an ambulance. Putting down the mobile phone she had used, she quickly dialled the emergency line once more.
"Police, please," she mumbled down the line. She could not remember a single thing about what had happened. The knock to her head had completely wiped all memory of the last 48 hours. All she knew was that she was laid out cold because Franky had struck her with something weighty enough to draw blood. Franky was bleeding, too. Was Bridgette responsible? Had she had to defend herself in such a way she had to hit Franky? She would never have initiated the violence in her own mind - her new mind - so Bridgette's only explanation was that she was a victim of a sadistic domestic violence attack. She didn't want Franky to go back to Wentworth, but she had no choice. She couldn't live with somebody so volatile.
Meanwhile, out in the outskirts of Melbourne, prisoner Joan Ferguson was preparing to be transferred to her new home. Wentworth Correctional Facility. She had a plan that would change the lives of all those who worked or were kept prisoner there forever. She was ready to put that plan into motion as soon as she stepped through the doorway. Her visions had left her now. Her mind was clear. Revenge was on the agenda…