The last few hours played through her mind. The sirens, the police's pistol shot, her shot, and the blood. The thick red blood that had been everywhere. Oh yes, let's not forget the four year sentencing to Camp Green Lake. Two and a half years for manslaughter and one and a half for attempted murder. The big yellow state bus hit a bump in the road and the tall, freckled, raven haired Texan was suddenly and uncomfortably aware of the handcuffs attaching her to the seat. 'I could easily pick that lock, but it wouldn't look to good on my already ruined record.' She thought lazily.

She looked out the window and shook her head, thinking she was hallucinating. It couldn't be Sam. It couldn't be, he was killed when Katherine the first was a young lady. 'I must be crazy' the girl concluded contently, 'Yes, that was obvious.' She leaned forward as far as possible, which, due to the cuffs, wasn't very far. The camp slowly pulled into view. 'Oh joy.'