July 6, 1939

Angela was on her bunk, reading her book when she saw someone move out of the corner of her eye. She smiled when she saw who it was and put her book down. She got up and stood at the bars, pressing a light kiss to the lips of the man she now knew she was in love with.

"Hey" she said.

"Hey yourself" Brutal said, a small smile on his face as he gently stroked her cheek.

"Did you need something?" Angela asked, a small smile now on her face as well.

"No, just wanted to see you" Brutal said softly.

Angela's smile brightened as she heard him say that. He was so sweet to her. She constantly wondered what she had done to deserve him, but usually told herself to stop wondering and just enjoy the time she had with him, even if she didn't have much time left. That thought made her smile fade. Brutal gently grasped her chin and tilted her head back, giving her a questioning look.

"Not much longer now" she simply said.

Brutal's face immediately turned serious and he let go of her chin. He slowly nodded, a pained look on his face.

"I know. I...I really...I wish..." Brutal said, fumbling for the right words, before he looked down at her and decided to simply show her how he felt, and hope that that was enough.

He circled her waist with his arms as best he could through the bars, and pressed his lips to hers, pouring all his emotion into it, not caring if they were in plain view. Angela returned the kiss with fervour, silently telling him all he needed to know.

Angela woke up with a start that night. She sat up slowly, wondering what had pulled her from her sleep, when she noticed Edgecomb, Terwilliger, Stanton and Brutal standing outside of Coffey's cell. She gasped as she realized what they were there for.

She got up and rushed to the bars of her cell, watching wide-eyed as Brutal unlocked the cell, sliding the door open. Coffey stepped out of the cell, looking around at the dazed and sad faces of the guards.

"I be all right, fellas. This here's the hard part. I be all right in a little while" Coffey said quietly.

"This isn't right" Angela cried "He shouldn't be executed, he didn't do anything"

Brutal stepped to Angela and covered her hands with his own but her eyes remained on Coffey.

"John..." she said, trailing off.

"Things is the way they is, Angela" Coffey said, a soft smile on his face "I'll see you in heaven I will"

"But..." Angela began.

"Calm yourself, Angela, it can't be helped" Edgecomb said, but his eyes were haunted and pained.

Edgecomb turned back to Coffey and indicated the St. Christopher medal around his neck.

"John, I should have that just for now. I'll give it back after" Edgecomb said.

Coffey gave his medal to Edgecomb, who put it in his pocket, and gave Angela a last smile before they started walking up the Mile. Brutal kissed both of Angela's hands before following them.

"You know, I fell asleep this afternoon and had me a dream. I dreamed about Del's mouse" Angela heard Coffey say.

"Did you, John?" she heard Edgecomb reply.

"I dreamed he got down to that place Boss Howell talked about, that Mouseville place" she heard Coffey say and as his voice faded away and the unfairness of it all crashed down on her, Angela broke down and cried.