Iris gazed out of the window of her cell. Just a few more days and she would be free. She didn't have a lot of things to pack, just some old clothes. One word could describe how she was feeling: excited. Sister Bikini has been her mother figure; her back had been giving her problems before she was charged as an accomplice to murder. Bikini was so busy with the temple; she rarely got time to visit Iris. And of course, she would love to see Phoenix's daughter, Trucy. She had seen her a few times when she was nine. She would have been a teenager now; she looked forward to seeing Trucy. She was a year younger than her half-sister Pearl.

Pearl visited her faithfully over the years, just as faithfully visited her mother monthly. Her mother, Morgan's actions were heinous, but she could never hate her own mother. Nor could she ever hate her twin for what she did. Her original sentence was ten years. There was a huge fuss over how long her sentence should have been. Some thought ten years was harsh, but Iris was willing to accept any punishment. Those who didn't know her thought she would be just like Dahlia; a sweet shell with a brutal core. A devil that hide beneath her smile. They could not have been any wrong. She was proud that Phoenix proved that in court. She was amazed that he continued to visit her for all these years.

Despite losing his badge, Phoenix was still the lovable 'Feenie' she fell head over heels for at college. She was posing as Dahlia to get her necklace back, but she failed to do it. She had betrayed him badly and decided she would never be good enough for Phoenix ever. Even her twin sister told her she was a pathetic excuse for a girlfriend. Maybe Dahlia was proven wrong, last time Phoenix visited her was a few weeks ago. She heard lovely things about Trucy and this new attorney, who had helped clear his name. Endless nights of prayers for Phoenix finally became a success.

Being kind to everyone in prison wasn't enough to reach to atonement she's been desperately seeking for so many years. She wanted to help Phoenix with Trucy but could give nothing but sweet words. As soon as she was released, her top priorities were Sister Bikini, Pearl, Phoenix and Trucy. She smiled whilst she knelt to the floor, still gazing at the window.

"Hello, Sweet-Iris!"

It was Larry's voice. She remembered Larry when Misty Fey came to stop Morgan's plan to kill Maya. And of course, Larry could never forget the nun he once fell in love with.

"Evening, Larry."

"Just a few more days and you're a free woman!"

"Yes," Iris smiled and felt like a young girl jumping up and down.

"LARRY!" A quick, bouncy feeling from Larry's neck and the pink sleeves that surrounded him made it clear it was April's voice. As he mentioned to Godot, he thought April was like a breath of fresh air. Her and Mimi were a right pair of devious chicks. Nevertheless, he admired them all. The ladies in the prison cell and the chats with Godot really made work enjoyable. His lips curled in glee.

"Hey April," Larry cried out. "How's it going?" He left Iris to pray.

"I'm getting released tomorrow!" April shrieked in happiness. This wasn't the first time April had been in prison, but Larry didn't know what she was in for this time.

"I know," Larry replied. "I'm sure gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too." Larry couldn't help but pay attention to her bouncy chest. April giggled, bouncing her chest harder. "I'm sure you'll miss these! Hehe."

"Sure! Are you going to keep in touch with anyone?" Larry asked.

"Maybe, I hope to keep in touch with Iris, since she's going to be released the day before me." April had spent ten years in prison for trying to help her lover get away with murder for murder. Redd White his name was, he became a close friend with Frank Sawhit – the man who tried to frame him for the murder of dear Cindy. Larry remembered Frank's actions like a man stabbing a stranger's pet hamster away. Oh, Cindy, poor Cindy. Hatred forever burned in his heart for Frank. Frank and Redd would taunt him in every shift he had to guard the men's part of the prison gates. The insults they gave were monstrous, also another reason to prefer the women's part of the prison. With the male prisoners, he was stressed and found work unbearable. The only male prisoner he liked talking to was Diego, better known as Godot.

The downside of Diego was that his coffee obsession was ridiculous. His diet was simple: anything with pure coffee. Bitter was just the way he liked it. He saw Diego for the first time in almost five years in an awful state. Stripped from his visor and manly figure, and replaced by bruises and egoistic bones. He waited for death. Diego's confused eyes made him an even sorrier sight. He was a state, and everyone in the block feared and neglected him till he was a gallery of bruises. Larry's tears danced on his cheek. He was determined to help Diego recover. The solution was shockingly simple: a dose of coffee and Godot was up and about again.

"That's a wonderful picture you drew yesterday, Larry," another woman spoke after April May bounced out of his sight. She was a fine woman, light brown hair and a yellow top with angel wings.

"Alita!" Larry cried out. "How are you, sweetie?" His right arm slipped over Alita's shoulder as she smiled.

"I'm fine, and you, Larry?" Alita replied as she fiddled with his buttons. "About this escape plan?" She whispered in a much quieter tone.

"We'll talk about that in your cell, okay?"

"That's fine." Alita and Larry stepped into Alita's cell, and Larry locked up her cell, and he sat beside her on her plain bed. "You know how much I hate it in prison!" Alita's cute happy face became one of anger and sorrow.

"Don't worry," Larry whispered, whilst his hand crawled around Alita's pale legs. He leaned over as his lips were close to his ear, "I'll get you out of here. I'll hide you in a temple and make you a nun."

"A nun?" Alita gasped, placing a hand on her heart. "Larry..."

"The temple's the last place they will find you." Larry cupped her cheeks and kissed her cheek. "Sister Bikini is lovely, and Sister Iris is kind too. "

"As in Sister Iris from here?"

"Yeah, and don't worry - I'll visit you as much as I can," he promised. He sealed a kiss on her lips, Alita's face froze as her eyelids closed. "While you're at the temple, I'll find a safe place for you." Larry was sure of it; he was in sensationally in love with Alita.

"Can you try and make twenty thousand dollars?" Alita hissed as she threw herself onto Larry.

"I'll do my very best, Alita."

"So when are we going?"

"Hopefully this week." Larry cradled Alita, tangling his fingers in her hair. "You'll be a free woman one day; I promise you that."

"You won't forget the money, will you?"

"Of course I won't," Larry told Alita, "sure it's gonna take a while to get it all."

"You're so wonderful, Larry..." she mumbled before falling asleep in his lap.