A week, that's how long Snow spent in isolation because of that brat. Why Hope had it in for him was a good question. Snow never really dwelled on why though, he mostly thought about wringing Hope's little neck and throwing him out a very high window. It was natural to think like that in isolation though. The only sounds were the ones of guard coughing or talking to each other outside of the metal door. So venturing into one's mind and wishing for revenge wasn't that hard to do.

Anyway, once Snow got out he instantly started looking through his cell. He checked under the mattress, moved furniture (and found a couple of dead bugs), looked under the furniture (again more dead bugs) and even went to the extent of looking inside of the toilet (though he didn't actually stick his hand in there, that would be unsanitary). He found nothing though.

Now Snow sat on the bed, head resting on his knuckle as his eyes roamed around the room. What could have caught that kid's attention? Was it a way out of the prison? Is that why he was tormenting Snow, because he didn't want Snow to get out? It made sense if he thought about it. Hope's dad was the owner of the prison and being the son he had to know where the past escape routes were located.

Snow blinked and started staring at the opposite wall. If there really was an escape route, he could get out of the prison. He wouldn't go back to Sarah but he'd be free of this hellhole. This place gave him goose bumps at night anyways.

The door to the cell block opened and Snow ignored it thinking it was another guard until one of the inmates started yelling. "Hey Snow your little boyfriend here!"And all the other inmates started to wolf whistle. Snow blinked and looked in the direction of the bars wondering what they were going on about.

Hope's gray eyes were the first thing he saw. Hope was dressed in black jeans, a yellow shirt, and a black jacket with a hood. His gray eyes were staring right at Snow's and that's all he did, stare. It got on Snow's nerves because he felt like an animal in a cage (Well technically he was an animal and the cell was like a cage but that's not important). He glared at Hope and normally someone would flinch and turn away like they hadn't seen anything but Hope just stood there.

"They let you out?" Hope asked and Snow didn't dignify that with a response. "Too bad. They should keep misbehaved dogs locked up longer." Snow roared and threw himself at the bar, screaming at Hope. Surprisingly no guards came to tell Snow to back up from the bars; unsurprisingly the inmates were acting like monkeys, making fun of Snow. "Are you done?" Hope asked when Snow stopped yelling curses at him.

Snow glared at Hope's eyes wondering what was wrong with the kid. Suddenly Hope's eyes flickered towards his cell and Snow slowly turned to look in the same direction. He didn't see anything and looked back at Hope who was now staring at him.

"What?" Snow barked out and Hope blinked.

"You moved it." Hope said and Snow gave him a clueless look. "Don't give me that look, there's no way the guards would have found it unless you moved it." Hope stated and Snow continued to look at him with the same expression. Hope sneered and turned away. "Unless I get it back I'll just keep getting you in trouble." He said and began walking away.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Snow yelled and Hope looked at him over his shoulder.

"Think back, I bet you'll figure it out if you do." With that Hope walked away and ignored all of Snow's calls and curses. When the door closed Snow yelled and kicked the drawer next to the table. He sneered when his inmates started making cat calls.

"SHUT UP!" Snow yelled and the entire cell block began laughing. He sat down on the bed, growling and threw the first thing that was within his reach, which happened to be one of his shoes that had taken off to clean. It smacked against the opposite wall and landed on a tile. Instead of the usual low thump a high screeching noise erupted from the shoe. Snow blinked and looked at the tile that the shoe had landed on.

He stood up and walked up the shoe, moving it out of the way. He picked up the stone tile and also lifted it out of the way, discovering a foot wide whole where the tile used to be. He blinked and stuck his hand into the hole retreating it when it touched the body of a dead rat.

"Gross…"

He looked at over his hand for any visual damaged but found nothing except for some dirt. He looked back into the hole, picking up the dead rat by the tail and throwing it out of his cell for the guard to deal with. Once more, he looked into the hole and found nothing. He sat back and blinked. It definitely wasn't an escape route since the hole was only a foot wide and deep. It could have been used to hide something though.

His eyes went wide with realization and looked back into the hole. This was probably what Hope was looking for; well what was in the hole had been what he was been looking for. What could have been inside of it that he wants back so badly? Snow sat back and covered the hole. He had been in the prison for two years and he never found out about the hole until just now. Maybe the inmate before him had found the hole and whatever had been inside of it.

He moved back to sit on the bed and lay down instead. How old was Hope? He looked 14 maybe 15 and if he hid something in the cell before Snow was put in here he must have been at least around 12 or 11 years old. What kind of a parents lets a kid hang around a prison long enough to hide something?

A couple of days later Hope returned and Snow was looking inside of the hole again.

"So you did move it." Hope commented and Snow looked up at him. He stood up and brushed the dirt off his orange jumper.

"I didn't move anything. I just found the hole." Snow stated and Hope stared at him. Snow met the stare with one of his own and kept it up until the staring contest began to annoy him. "What?" He asked and Hope looked back down into the hole.

"You're lying." Hope said and looked back up at Snow who was growling.

"Look, I don't lie." Snow stated.

"Then why are you in here?" Hope asked and Snow opened his mouth to respond but closed it after a second. "I thought so." Hope stated and turned around. "There are a lot of guards around…" He looked at Snow over his shoulder. "If I don't get it back you'll be spending more time in solitary confinement." He said and Snow gaped.

"Are you threatening me?" Snow asked and Hope tuned to fully face him.

"Only if you don't give it back." Hope said and Snow blinked rapidly.

"I told you I don't have it!"

"Liar." Hope turned around and opened his mouth to yell out but a pale hand wrapped around it from behind successfully stopping his yell in its tracks. Snow pulled Hope against the cell, accidentally (well maybe not accidentally) slamming Hope's head against one of the bars. Hope's eyes began to water and he reached up to try and pry the hand of him but he was too weak.

"Listen kid, I don't know what it was that you had in that hole, but I haven't seen it or moved it." Snow stated and Hope glared at the cell opposite from him. "All I know is that there is a hole in the floor and a kid that for some reason wants what was in it. Whatever was in there is gone and you're going to have to deal with it." Snow hissed and Hope growled.

Snow heard the growl and looked around the cell block. Hope wasn't joking when he said there were a lot of guards around and it was a miracle (for him) that he hadn't been spotted yet. He looked back down at Hope's head and guessed that if he let go of him Hope will immediately call for help. The only solution was to get Hope to calm down but that didn't look like it would happen anytime soon.

Snow sighed and leaned down to whisper into Hope's ear. "I didn't move whatever was in there..." Hope's body tensed and he began to get goose bumps. Snow didn't exactly know why but he didn't really care all he wanted to do was get the kid to stay silent once he let him go. "But I can help you find it." At that statement Hope's shoulder started to relax. "You may be the son of the owner but I bet there are some places even you can't get into because they are too dangerous but I can. If I let you go and you don't scream I'll help look for whatever this thing is." Snow stated and watched as Hope stayed completely silent. "Do we have a deal?" He asked and Hope slowly nodded his head.

Snow pealed his hand away from Hope's mouth and stepped back from the bars. Hope turned around and stared at him. Snow could see the held back tears in his eyes from when his head hit the bar.

"So what is it?" Snow asked and Hope stared at him. "What am I looking for?" Snow asked and Hope blinked.

"A book. A diary actually." Hope said and Snow raised his eyebrows.

"A diary? All of this for a diary?" Snow asked and Hope crossed his arms.

"It was my mom's and it's important." Hope responded and Snow nodded sarcastically.

"Uh-huh, so what's in this so called Diary? And if it's your mom why do you have it?"

"Look just look for a dark red book that says 'NORA' on it, alright?" Hope said and turned to walk away. "And don't tell anyone or you'll never get out of solitary." Hope left and Snow blinked now genuinely curious to know what is in the book.