Alex POV:
When I woke up I saw that David already was out of bed. I could hear him in the kitchen, so I came out of bed to and walked down to the kitchen.
"Good morning love!" said David.
"Good morning. What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm making banana pancakes. Do you want some?" he asked.
"Yes please."
I sat down at the table, and got myself a cup of coffee.
"Do you want to go see Reid today?" he asked.
I had totally forgotten about him. I felt bad, but I think I forgot it because I was a David's place – I almost didn't think of anything else than David, when he was around.
"We can do that." I said.
"Are you ok? You seem a bit unhappy." He said.
"I'm fine. It's just.. I can't imagine Spencer in a prison. I hope he is ok."
"We will go and find out?"
"Yes." I said and took a sip of my coffee.

While David and I drove in the car it started to rain. There were a lot of cars on the road and people walked all over the place. It looked like any other day – it looked like nothing had changed. Now I could understand how people could get so upset, when other people pretended like nothing had happened, when they had lost their love ones. On the other side there was no change in the other people's life, because they didn't know the team or me. It just felt so unreal that is should happen to us. Why us?
"I can see the building." David said.
I looked up and saw the huge building through the window. It looked like a really depressing place to be. It looked like a normal prison, but I felt it was darker – more insane. When we came inside the three doors with locks, we were met by a guard.
"Are you here to see Spencer?" the guard asked.
"Yes." David and I said on the same time.
"Come with me."
We walked through a tiny room into a larger room. The room was divided in two – one part to the prisoners and one part to the visitors. There was no Spencer in sight.
"Why are there so many doors with locks on? Is two not enough?" I asked.
Normally prisons would have two doors with locks, so prisoners couldn't escape. I think the third door was completely unnecessary.
"No. We had to get a third door, because of the prisoners escaped. He attacked the guards with a knife." The guard said.
"Where did he have the knife from?" I asked.
"We don't know. Wait here and I will find Spencer for you." He said and left the room.
David and I sat down and looked at each other. He looked tired and a bit confused.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked.
"Something doesn't seem right. I don't know what it is, but maybe Spencer can tell us." He said.
"I hope he is ok. It seems like a pretty tough prison."
The door went up and in came a guard and Spencer. He looked very tired and his eye circles were clearer than usual. The orange suit didn't fit him and the color made him look sick.
"Hi.." Spencer said when he sat down.
"Hi.. How are you?" I asked.
Spencer hadn't buttoned the upper button in his orange suit, because the button was missing. I saw a bruise on his collarbone. Had someone beaten him?
"I'm ok." He answered and looked down on the table.
"Where did you get that bruise?" David asked.
I was not the only one who had noticed it.
"I fell last night."
"On you hit your collarbone?"
"Yes." He answered.
David looked at Spencer like he always did on people who didn't tell the truth.
"How are you? And please speak the truth" he asked.
"I hate being here. I'm not like anyone in here. They talk really bad and they keep fighting over nothing. Many of them are really big and do exercise all day long. But I have found a shadow out in the yard, where I can be alone and read a book. Everything goes fine, when I'm invisible. I wasn't invisible yesterday, and that is why I got the bruise." He said.
Time ran out and the guard took Spencer away. David and I left the prison with many thoughts on how we could help Spencer. He deserved better.