It's almost amazing how much one can grow to miss sunlight and fresh air after being locked up. It was the outside break that Skye was looking forward to besides being able to leave her cell and take a shower. They got to shower four times a week, and they got an outside break only twice. When the guards opened up all the doors, Skye found that her arms moved in front of her all on their own and refused to move. Magical bindings, she supposed. Mostly acting like muggle-handcuffs would, only more powerful. A look of pure sadness passed over her face as she walked to the exit of her cell and joined the crowd of people heading in the same direction.

Skye surveyed the people, their faces, their bodies. All looked starved, insane, dead. And in a way, they were dead. Everybody lost a bit of themselves the moment they stepped through the gates that led to Azkaban, just knowing that this was the rest of their life and that they would never see the outside of those gates again. Skye had been well aware of her fate from the moment she stepped through that gate, but it didn't hit her in the gut until now. She would go insane here. Eventually, the dementors would work their way into her mind and unhinge her completely. She would become a walking zombie just like everybody she was walking this crowd with.

The walk wasn't very long but it seemed to last forever. Down two flights of stairs and a hallway. She felt relieved when she saw a door at the very end with sunlight pouring through it. Gradually, the crowd of people made it's way out of the door and onto the grass outside. Skye could have almost cried tears of joy when she stepped out of the door and the warm sunlight hit her face. She soon found that she could move her hands again, and she took a moment to rub her wrists before beginning to walk towards a less crowded area. When she noticed Alex just a ways ahead of her, she broke out into a run so that she might catch up with her old, dear friend. When she caught into stride with the girl, she was almost devastated. Alex looked terrible. Much like most of the people did at Azkaban. "Alex?", she asked, quietly, looking at the girl with a concerned look on her face. Alex didn't answer but merely kept walking her slow and zombie-like pace.

Instead of leaving her friend's side, like many would have done in the same situation, she simply walked with the girl. No conversation. There was nothing left to say. What could they say to each other now? Skye's thoughts traveled everywhere from how nice it was outside, to how black Alex's hair was. Not only was it black, but it was becoming a dim shade of black. There was no longer a sheen or a bounce to her hair. It just laid on her shoulders and Skye full-well believed that had not her shoulders been there, her hair would have simply fallen out of her head and onto the ground. Above everything else, Skye's faith had been lost by the sight of that black hair. Alex never let her hair go black. Never. Skye had only seen it black once in the entire time she'd known the girl and that was because it was part of her new hair style.

So caught up in her pity for Alex, it took a moment for Skye to realize that the girl had stopped. She paused in her walking to look at Alex and it didn't take long to realize why Alex had stopped. The girl was staring straight ahead at a man who was leaning against the brick wall of the building and staring out at some unknown something. And before Skye knew it, Alex was gone, racing after this boy with a rage in her face like no other. "ALEX, STOP!!", she screamed, running after the girl and catching her by the arms from behind. She attempted to pull the raging girl back, away from Sirius Black. Away from the trouble she knew they'd all get into if Alex actually did get a hold of her cousin. Away from the man she barely knew, but slept next to at night. Away from possible injury. "Alex, come on, calm down…", she pleaded, still dragging the girl back. But rage is a funny, funny thing and does the most horrible thing to people. Alexandra Black swung herself around and with one powerful shove, had knocked Skye to the ground.

Skye laid there on the ground for a moment, unable to breath as her lungs paused in their normal habit. The wind had been knocked out of the small girl and there was nothing she could do about it. About three seconds later she took in a chest full of air and was scrambling to get off the ground. By this time there were already dementors on the case. Skye knew, without even looking, that they were there by the terrible coldness she felt in her chest and the horrible things that started to run through her mind. And soon it didn't matter that she'd gotten up, because she simply sank back down to the ground again, hands on the sides of her head and her eyes shut tight as if that would block out anything. The dementors were so close to her that she could almost feel them. But the horrible images and sounds went away, taking the cold feeling with them, after only a minute or so. Skye hesitantly looked up and searched around for her friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. From whatever Skye could guess, the dementors had already taken her back inside due to "misbehaving".

Skye let out a shaken sigh as she attempted to collect herself enough to stand up. She jumped when she felt hands under her arms, but gave in as they lifted her up to her feet. She turned quickly to see who had helped her up only to see Sirius Black walking away from her. When he turned to look back over his shoulder at her, she quickly turned away and paused for a moment before beginning another walk. This walk would only last five minutes before they were called back to the door to be taken in. That would be the last time she would have contact with Sirius for a couple of days.