It had been a little over a month since Winn started visiting. The first few visits had been limited to the half-hour time frame like on his first visit, but when Siobhan started showing the smallest slivers of improvement, her doctor petitioned that she be granted some extra time. The warden was understandably reluctant, but ultimately acquiesced to giving her a full hour. A small luxury, but Siobhan wasn't going to complain about a half-hour more out of her cell.

Hell, I'm barely allowed yard time, she thought when she considered the news.

She was in the Sideshow; the nickname the guards had given to the visiting cell after hearing Winn carelessly call it that during one of his earlier visits. She remembered the conversation, mostly because she was trying to not answer questions about this place.

"So why they'd start calling it The Freakshow?"

"Are you serious?" she asked him annoyed. "Have you forgotten what me and Leslie can do? What some of the other inmates that will soon be joining us will probably be able to do? Hell, a few more plus a bearded lady, and we'll have ourselves a regular circus."

Winn got a look on his face like he wanted to say something, but couldn't actually find the proper response. Then again, considering who he was visiting, he might actually just be afraid of saying something else that she'd find annoying, and Siobhan was not known for holding her tongue when she found something annoying her. "Well, if the cell block is called The Freakshow, does that make the tube you're in now, I don't know…the Sideshow."

Once again Siobhan glared at him. "Despite my extracurricular activities, I am not a freak," she told him. To his surprise, the usual disdain for the word wasn't as pronounced. Winn doubted it was because she was accepting the word, but maybe because she was choosing to see the humor in the situation for his sake.

"But you're still in that …what did your boyfriend call it…the Sideshow," a guard called out from behind them. Winn and Siobhan turned their heads quickly, surprised because they'd never actually heard him enter. "Yeah, we're definitely keeping that name," he laughed.

Stupid, stupid Winn, she thought as she shook herself out of that memory. She was sitting closer to him this time, making sure that he didn't need to go near the glass. They'd been having a fairly good time, like the past few weeks, mostly talking. Right now Winn was going on about the latest office politics going on and Catco. Like I care, she thought. Finally, she decided to go for the question that had been nagging at her.

"Winn, are you…are you seeing anybody?"

"Am I…huh?"

"Are you seeing anybody?" Winn looked at her blankly. "Don't get me wrong, I'm liking having someone to talk to who doesn't threaten to shove me in the hole, or add more insubordination to my file," she explained, drawing a small smile from him. She felt herself become a little giddy at the sight. Control yourself, girl, she thought, you're not fourteen anymore. "But you've been getting out here almost every Sunday, and I can't help but wonder if I'm not taking you away from someone else you should be spending a Sunday afternoon with."

Winn swallowed, and then cleared his throat a little more loudly than he wanted to. The question had made him nervous. Not because he was seeing someone like Siobhan assumed, but because he'd already gone through a variation of this same situation.

"Siobhan, I'm here because I want to be. Because I think that you should get to try and forget that you have to be here, even if it is for an hour."

Now Siobhan was smiling, despite her best efforts to try and not be. Stupid, stupid me, she thought. I finally meet a nice guy who puts up with me, and thinks there's something worth being around, and I get sent to prison.

"You didn't answer my question."

"I'm not seeing someone right now," he told her without missing a beat. "And even if I was, I'd still be here to see you."

Siobhan's smile widened, and this time, much more to her dismay, she felt herself become a little misty eyed. Her eyes watered a little bit, and she hoped Winn didn't notice. She was wrong. She looked back at him and saw that same small smile that turned her into a fourteen year old girl with her first real boyfriend and thought one more time…

Stupid, stupid me.

Siobhan was sound asleep; a rarity for her. Normally she was plagued by dreams, some good, which were no bother; some just indifferent, flashes of her former life; but most…most were nightmares that caused her to toss and turn restlessly and wake up most nights in cold sweats. But, as had become normal as of late, any Sunday night following a visit from Winn were nights where she was able to actually sleep through the night and wake up only when the guards came to start her new daily routine.

This Sunday night however, she found herself being awoken suddenly by the light in her cell turning on. As she shielded her eyes and turned in her bunk to escape the blinding glare, she heard a banging on her cell's glass entrance. "Get up, Smythe!"

"Go away," she groaned in exhaustion.

"I'm not gonna tell you a third time; get up, Smythe."

Siobhan rolled over and sat on the edge of her bunk. She pressed her thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes to try and forcer herself to wake up quicker. "Smythe!"

"I'm coming," she talked back to the guard. She opened her eyes and stood, walked to the glass and went through the process of having her hands shackled and she could hear the collar around her neck beep signaling that it was now active. "Where am I going?" she asked as she was led down the hallway.

"You got a visitor." Siobhan looked behind her, confusion on her face. "Eyes forward."

She faced forward, but looked around. All the other cells were dark, which was expected since most were still empty. But what caused her to realize that something was wrong was when she looked up and out at the windows near the ceiling. It was still dark.

"How can I have a visitor in the middle of the night?" she asked.

"Just walk," the guard said with a shove.

Deciding to hold back – for now – she continued to be led away from her cell. Soon, she was brought into the visitation room. She was barely through the door when she spotted her late night visitor standing on the other side of the Sideshow.

"Oh God, it's you."