"You'll be moved to a facility in Pennsylvania next month," her lawyer told her one afternoon.
Marilyn had known that something was up; she didn't get visits from her lawyer nearly as often anymore. It was always some shrink or another, if anyone visited. Peter had never come, or called, not since that day over a year ago. Knowing that she was going to be going back to Pennsylvania shook her down to her core. Pennsylvania was where all her darkest moments took place. Sunny California had driven all that away, and now she was being dragged back down. But, really, she had no choice in the matter.
On the day of the transfer, she was escorted out of the prison by a Federal Marshal and they drove through the dust to an airport. Her heart began to beat heavier when she realized that she would be flying to Pennsylvania. Somehow that had never even occurred to her as an option. She couldn't imagine being trapped in a metal tube in the sky with no way of escape. At least at Dublin, if there had been a fire, she could have gotten out, but in the sky, there was no option besides death.
There were other prisoners, both men and women, on the JPATS flight, which surprised her. She didn't bother to try to engage or interact, however. Her mind was swimming, as she thought about returning to Pennsylvania.
No one was waiting for her there anymore. Her parents were dead, her sister was dead, her son had been taken from her. She had been kicked down to the ground and beaten into submission. Nothing good could come from Pennsylvania. She was near tears when she was finally escorted off the plane, and didn't even bother asking where she was being taken.