Faith spent the next few day's inside her own mind. She hadn't felt this happy since the first time she had met the mayor but she was also very confused. How did he manage to do a ritual which seemed to involve so much death without Buffy knowing? Buffy knew everything. In this time frame he would have been there for nearly a year, surely Buffy would have gone back to check he really was dead; she didn't seem like the type to leave something like that, from what faith had seen she was annoyingly persistent. All this puzzled Faith and coupled with the wait for the Mayor to return, as he had promised, made her head hurt. Even Elissa seemed slightly worried about her wellbeing (well, as worried as Faith had ever seen her, her expression was slightly less threatening than usual). When after two days The Mayor had not returned, Faith began to worry. What if Buffy had found and killed him again? What if angel had? What if he had forgotten about her and then when he did remember decided she wasn't worth the hassle anyway? All these things seemed plausible to some extent but Faith concentrated on the latter. To her it didn't seem possible that Buffy or angel could have beaten the Mayor, he was too brilliant to let that happen, so why wasn't he back yet? Why hadn't he got her out of there yet? This was all getting on top of her and she suddenly lost it and kicked the wall with all her strength sending fragments of plaster flying across the room.

"Are you ok?" Elissa asked with not very well masked concern.

"five. By. Five" Faith replied, accentuating each word with another unnaturally strong kick. More plaster came from the wall and the concrete was beginning to crack. Faith's foot was bleeding and it was obvious she had broken her toes but she didn't care.

"Whatever you say" Elissa went back to the magazine she was reading but the fact that it was the wrong way round gave away the fact that she really did care about what Faith was doing. What she was doing was something she hadn't done for as long as she could remember. She was crying. Unable to hide her interest any longer, Elissa spoke.

"What has the wall done to you?"

"Screw the wall, what has it done for me?" Faith answered, trying to keep the sadness from her voice.

"Ok, so you're mad at a wall cause it hasn't done anything for you? And they think I'm psychotic"

"Don't you get it? He's forgotten me. He doesn't care. Well screw him, screw the wall, screw this fucking prison and screw you" Faith shouted incredibly loudly and collapsed to the floor.

"You are a crazy bitch aren't you?" Elissa asked innocently. "Who's he?" Faith began to bang her head repeatedly against the wall until it began to bleed.

"Someone who doesn't care and who my life's worth living for. Without him, I might as well die, I can't take this anymore. Besides, I thought you didn't care either?"

"I don't, I'm just curious. Good look with the suicide thing by the way, I'm sure you'll be real good at it" Elissa went back to her magazine once more and this time really read. Faith continued to bang her head against the wall until the door opened.

"Faith, you got a visitor." The guard looked at her on the floor "hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"