(Riley wakes up from her dream)
Man: Having dreams about your past again aren't you?
Riley:(Grabs his neck and pushes him against the wall)
Who the f*** are you and how in the hell did you get in?
Man: Wouldn't you like to know? (Struggling for air)
Riley: You realize that I know how to kill a man in more than 5 ways.
Man: And you realize I could have you killed or locked away longer.
Riley (releases his neck) But if I killed you who would know except the robots (chuckles)
Man: You'd be surprised, this place isn't all inhabited by robots and hooligans.
Riley: (trips him, straddles him, hand cocked ready to punch his face in)
You know how to win over a girl don't you?
Man: I can't help that I'm so charming.
Riley: Heh.
Man: We've been watching you.
Riley: (creeped out she gets off of him) We as in you and the metal cubes?
Man: (brushes himself off) Me and the other guards.
Riley: What, aw I'm surprised I thought after 2 years there would be better things on hi-fi satellite (cable TV) or did you get bored watching those reality shows. (Sarcastically)
Man: Well… I guess we were wrong. You do have a sense of humor.
Riley: I was conditioned not brain washed, though sadly I can't say the same for you.
Man: Look you know as well as I do that those dreams you've been having are from your past.
Riley: Oh now what are you going to bend a spoon with your mind?
Man: We know, it happens to the best of the prisoners.
Riley: So why did you come to talk to me? I'm sure there are other prisoners that might like your company, if that's what it's called.
Man: To tell you that the government has allowed someone to see you, and that person is coming 2 days from now.
Riley: I suppose this is a party invitation then?
Man: More like a heads-up.
Riley: Don't tell me I have to do you some kind of favor (cringes)
Man: (Laughs) Its policy.
Riley: So that I can rattle my brains trying to figure out who it is. (Sarcastically) These government people are geniuses; they let you go insane before you rot here.
Man: Well, seems enough for me. Good day, miss. (Tips imaginary hat) (Leaves)
Riley: Good day my a**. (Hits the door sinks down with her back to the door)
Maybe Brad. Hopefully Brad. Miss his face. His eyes. The way he made me laugh. Who am I kidding, two years is to long he must have moved on by now.
(Tears began to fall as she curls up in a ball and cries silently)