Illya looked around to find that he was in a small, dark cell with bars on the window. There was only a flimsy cot on which to sleep and a filthy toilet that was probably broken in one corner. The smell emanating from it made Illya gag. He'd been in unpleasant surroundings before, but none as terrible as this. With a sigh of resignation, he lay back on the cot and tried hard to think pleasant thoughts.