Author's Note: As usual, none of these characters are mine. This is a short interlude before I get onto the last few chapters.

Day One

17:36- I arrived in my cell. Cooper slammed the door behind me and I listened as his footsteps echoed down the hall. "Dinner's at seven," he said. I waited.

18:57- One of the guards came to collect me and take me to the cafeteria. I noticed that Cooper was still there. He tried not to make eye contact with me. I sat on my own, watching the other inmates eat. They all seemed to be hungry, except one. More on that later.

19:54- Taken back to my cell. Noticed the guy who hadn't been eating on the way back. He was just staring straight ahead, and when he moved it was jerky, like a video game character or something. I tried to get a better look, but he turned around and headed back along the corner and the guard shut the door on me again.

22:00- Lights out. I think I know what I'm going to do.

Day Two

7:03- Woken up by a warden who escorted me out to the rec room. Don't see why they insisted on me socialising with the other inmates, I was perfectly happy sleeping. Sat at a table and watched them again. There were two men sitting in the corner, neither of them talking to the other but obviously together. One of them was the bloke I'd noticed yesterday. I went over and sat opposite them.

The one I didn't know, a middle-aged man with greying hair, looked up. He didn't look the sort to be in prison. "Hi," he said. "I'm Dave. This is Vince."

"Seth," I replied.

"What did you do, then?" Dave asked, looking around. He was obviously trying to fit in and act tough, but I wasn't convinced.

"Drug dealer," I replied. "What about you?"

"Er… I killed two people. Well, three, but one of them didn't stay dead." He looked at me, worry in his eyes. "I get… angry, sometimes. When I don't mean to. They got too close to my daughter, I just went mad."

I looked at Vince. "What's his story?"

"He's not quite right. I don't know exactly. He thinks I'm called Crazy Larry and that he's here to break me out. He seems harmless enough though, I'm not too worried."

8:13- Me, Vince and Dave were sitting at the table talking (Me and Dave were talking, Vince was staring straight ahead) when someone else came charging into the room and bumped into us. I didn't really care, he went away again straight afterwards, but it must have done something to Dave because he stood up sharply and stared after him.

I looked at him, a bit worried, and I noticed he looked different. His eyes were streaked with red and his face was quivering slightly. His mouth bent into a snarl, and he leapt at the other bloke. Vince grabbed my arm. "Duck," he said simply, crouching low on the floor. Dave was wrestled to the ground by three of the guards, and led away. Vince stood up again. The danger had passed.

20:21- I met Vince and Dave in the rec room again. Dave was being watched by the wardens, but there was nothing they could do as he hadn't actually hurt the other guy.

"I can help you," I said, looking at the two of them. Vince hadn't said anything since he had told me to duck, but Dave replied, "Oh, yeah? How?"

"Give me your hand," I said, reaching out to take it. Dave looked wary. I concentrated my mind and felt his power shifting from him to me. I waited for a moment, then did the same to Vince. As soon as I let go of his hand, his face changed completely. His eyes focused, as if sliding out from behind a thick pane of glass, and he stared at me, confused. "Wh- what the hell happened?" He looked down at his hands, at the clothes he was wearing. "I remember playing that new game I bought, but…" He sat up, remembering something. "I think I left the window open, I… there was a storm!"

I stood up and left them to their new-found freedom. I had what I came for.

Cooper placed Seth's report on the desk, leaned back and looked at him. "And you're certain there were no more powers?"

"A few. I got telekinesis off one of the guards, and something I think is levitation. Other than that there weren't many."

"Right," Cooper said, standing up. "Follow me. I know where we can get some more."

"Where's that?" Seth asked.

"There's a gang of teenagers, joyriders, on the Wertham estate." He pulled a gun from his pocket. "Something tells me this is going to be a good haul."