Vera sat in her office, thinking of the events of the last 48 hours at Wentworth prison. Bea was challenged in the yard Kaz, in front of the whole H block, which resulted in Bea essentially handing Kaz the Top Dog position. As Vera watched from up in her office. It was clear that the rest of the women were as shocked as she was. Except Kaz, but Vera thought even Kaz must not have thought Bea would give it up so easily.

Vera watched as Bea calmly exited the exercise yard, followed dutifully by the rest of H1 crew and Allie Novak. Vera, like the other guards were nervous that afternoon and evening as the news travelled through the rest of Wentworth prison. Vera, thought that's one thing that has remained constant over the past 3 years. Gossip travelled through the prison quicker than the plaque.

Nobody was quite sure what to expect the next day when for the first time in Wentworth prison history a new top dog was in place, without even a snarl from its predecessor. The guards on duty whilst H block were having breakfast were on high alert, even Vera was in early watching the monitors from the safety of her office. Although there was the initial tension when Bea and her crew first walked in, the breakfast shift went off without a hitch. Almost anti climatic. All of the guards were surprised, even suspicious of how civil the woman were.

Vera met with Mr Jackson after breakfast to discuss the matter and what they were going to do. Both experienced prison officers, who had seen the reign and fall of Jacs Holt and the infamous Franky Doyle, could not believe what they were seeing. "Mr Jackson, how were the women this morning? Any payback on Smith?" "No, Governor, there was tension but the women were well behaved. Maybe even too well behaved." Mr Jackson replied. He was as worried about Smith as anyone. Even his close friendship with Bea Smith, hadn't given him a clue as to her desire to step down as Top Dog. Not that it is at all surprising, Smith often played her cards close to her chest, he just hoped she knew what she was doing.

"Well, you and I both know that Smith will be punished for lagging by the women. Who is Top Dog now?" Vera asked Mr Jackson. "Kaz Proctor" came the reply, Vera noted the uneasiness in Mr Jacksons voice. They both knew that although Kaz talked a big game, she was no Bea Smith. Kaz was far to easy to read and manipulate for the Top Dog position. She reacted rather than thought and planned. A dangerous game in the volatile environment that was Wentworth.

Just ask Joan Ferguson. She played with Kaz and her crew like a puppets on a string. Feeding her snippets of information and placing seeds of doubt at will. It was all too easy. But Ferguson had played all of them, like a chess board. Vera snapped her eyes shut. She is the Governor and she must be stronger than that. The last 3 years of Wentworth had been marred with the murder of Governor Jackson, riots, questionable relationships by the next Governor Miss Davidson, who despite her obvious talent for the political game honestly was more interested in her career than the welfare of the women. Then came the all to frequent deaths of the prisoners, and the infamous manipulation and systematic abuse at the hands of her predecessor. Who was remarkably was a free woman.

Vera had seen, and in some cases contributed to it all. She knew that the women needed stability and order. Yet with Bea Smith replaced by Kaz Proctor as Top Dog, stability was the last thing the women were going to get. It was only a matter of time before chaos was rampant throughout Wentworth. Again.

"Look Mr Jackson, Bea Smith is our priority. I am not sure what has prompted her to give up Top Dog, or if she'll ever want the title back. But I want no more deaths in custody, is that understood." "Yes, Governor." Mr Jackson, let the Governor to her thoughts as he went back to his position of patrolling the yard, whilst H block had exercise time. Despite the continued cold shoulder of Bea, the rest of the women seemed normal in the little groups. '

Mr Jackson looked at Smith, who was just sitting minding her business with her crew, and Allie Novak. Mr Jackson knew that they were together, and he was happy for Bea to have found some happiness. But he had been around long enough to know that lagging does not go unpunished, especially when it was the Top Dog. Mr Jackson wondered if Bea knew just how much danger is was in now. The prison was a violent and horrific place sometimes, as Bea knew. Where bones cracked like twigs in the grass and bashings were handed like like lollies with no strong Top Dog. Mr Jackson knew Bea was a smart and tough woman, he just hoped she was watching her back. Possibly even Allie's.