Dwayne paced in the cell he was using at Mt. Horizon, the cell everyone called a single bed room. Ha. It was still a cell, whether or not it had bars. He couldn't leave it to go to the hospital. Noooo, he needed to sleep. To rest. Rest? Sleep? These were words without meaning to him; at least until Rowan awoke. He didn't have to be the same Rowan, an un- sarcastic Rowan would be appreciated, but he just needed to wake up. No, any Rowan that woke up would be good, something to rejoice over. Rowan flopped down on the hard bed in frustration. Immediately the euphoria of a bed took over, his bed starting to sleep without his consent. Instead of struggling, he gave in.

**5 years ago**

Dwayne stepped into the Venice Beach jail, and heard immediately the sounds of someone screaming, accompanied by bars being hit. He walked to the back and saw a young teenager throwing himself at the cell bars, screaming for his CD player and cursing out the guard. "Hey!" shouted the guard at Dwayne over the sound off Rowan, "can you get him to shut up?!" "Give him his damn CD player!" responded the other two cell- sitters. Grudgingly the guard handed it over. Muttering a few other things under his breath, Rowan went and flopped down on the hard mattress. Motioning for the guard to unlock the cell, Dwayne stepped inside to stand by the bed. "Hey," he said, trying to sound cool but still powerful. "Am I supposed to know you?" asked Rowan. "Oh wait, lemme guess, Julie gave up on me? And damn, she was hot too. So, your name is?" "Dwayne." "Well Dwayne, you've just sold your soul. Go ask the guard for a doughnut and reward yourself." "Bad blood pressure." "But Dwayne, don't you have confidence in the American Law System? They do so well in contaminating everything they touch. I'm sure they can get you a lard less doughnut if you ask nicely and grovel for a bit." "Thank you Mr. Pessimist." "That's Sir Pessimist to you." "Alright then. So, you wanna tell me why you're sitting in a jail at midnight on this fine Thursday?" "Not particularly." "OK then, how about you tell me why you're in a jail at midnight today?" "Um, how about, I got caught for $500 Alex?" "Caught doing what? C'mon, strap on that thinking cap. What were you doing that was a no no?" "I had 2 wallets on me that weren't mine." "And." "I was in an abandoned building 'cause I broke in." "Very good! Now who wants a trial?" "O-o! How about the guy who thinks you're a prick?" "Great start we're off to, eh?"