AN: Why I had to name this chapter after a No Doubt song, I'm not sure. So do I need a disclaimer for that too? Ok, I don't own that song OR rocky horror, and I am left with nothing. Oh well. I just realized how short this chapter is...

Days passed, I couldn't tell how many, my sense of time was lost. There were no windows, and I couldn't see the beautiful moons rising and setting, the moons that I had been away from for so long, that drowned the shores and cities of Transsexual in and eerie light. All I could see now was the gray stone around me, and more gray stone through the bars on the door. I heard footsteps coming down the hall, the same footsteps I heard every day, my only marker of time. I pressed myself closer to Riff, afraid that the footsteps would stop at our cell, finally deciding our fate, for the worse. But the guard walked past us, peering in at us, laying entwined in each others arms, the way a brother and sister shouldn't, and he shot us a disgusted glare. It was nothing new though, nothing we had never received before, and it didn't bother me anymore like it had at first. I heard the footsteps fade away as the guard continued down the corridors, checking on the other prisoners. It would be another night, another day, until the guard made his rounds again, another day we would pass in this cell. I wanted to get out of here so badly, but what if the only way out was our death? How much more time would we pass here? There was no use in asking myself these questions, my mind only went in circles. And I dared not speak to Riff about it, it would only remind him that this was my fault, and I was afraid he would hurt me again. This had to be the longest period for which we did not speak, and I hated it. I missed Riff, though I lay close to him, I still missed him. I wanted to ask him what he thought would become of us, if he thought it was worth being rid of Frank. But I knew if I did, it would lead back to the fact that this was my fault, that I had let it slip. So we lay on the cold floor together, still in silence.