Jervis and Jonathan were among the few who had been ready, and gotten to eat breakfast.

"I don't think I've ever seen so few people at breakfast," observed Jervis, as he looked around. "Whatever did happen to everyone?" he asked.

"The new head of security said there was going to be no breakfast for anyone who wasn't ready on time," replied Jonathan. "I guess they must have been sent back to their cells. Or perhaps the rec room."

"Really? Then I think I'm actually going to miss the old one."

True, the last one had been somewhat irritating, but then, all of them were. However, he had never stopped anyone from going to breakfast. Especially for something so minor.

Neither was really very hungry, as they were still a bit sleepy. Both because of how uncomfortable the beds were, and because of getting up so early.

"It'll probably only be for a few days. After that, he may just forget about all these ridiculous rules," said Jonathan. "Most of them do, after all, don't they? He's probably trying to make a good impression and all that."

Jervis nodded. A lot of them had acted just as severe for the first days of their jobs, but then mellowed out before long. No, he corrected himself, not as severe, still…

"Did you hear just how Harley was screaming? And she's usually not one to cause trouble. Not really. I heard she wasn't sleeping on her bed, but on the floor," he exclaimed.

"Who would sleep in that bed?" shrugged Jonathan. "After they ordered those hard wood boards to be put on the beds." He shook his head. "It probably is more comfortable on the floor!"

"Hmph! One would think they were a bit more considerate," said Jervis sullenly. "And to be waking everyone up at such an hour! Tsk tsk. It's only dawning just now!"

"But I didn't just hear her," Jonathan said. "I saw. He was dragging Harley by her hair. Literally dragging. She was on the floor, he wouldn't allow her to get on her feet!"

"By her hair?!" demanded Jervis.

"Yes. She's in solitary now."

Both of them looked unhappy. Though sometimes the inmates didn't get along amongst themselves, Harley was one who was well liked by just about everyone. Ands he hardly ever caused any real trouble. Jonathan looked around. Pamela wasn't there, either. Maybe she had ended up in solitary, too, as she would be furious if she had seen how this man… Bolton, was that his name?.. had treated Harley.

They had heard about some of the upgrades and such that the new head of security had ordered installed. His aim was to make escaping impossible, but Jervis simply dismissed that. Everyone always had their own methods to escape. That was hardly anything to worry about. And there would probably be more escapes, what with all these ridiculous rules and all!

"Well, at least she'll be out tomorrow," Jonathan said, in an effort to be more cheerful.

After all, solitary only lasted one day.

"And I think I am supposed to be having a session today."added Jervis. "So I guess I'll see you later in the rec room, and we can continue our chess tournament?"

Bolton almost threw Harley into the solitary cell. She had been in solitary before, but not like this, she thought. Nothing like this. Bolton had practically thrown her into the solitary cell, which was so narrow, she almost crashed against the wall on the other side, yet she hadn't fallen backwards, as she hit the door, which had now closed behind her. The cell was so narrow she could barely move.

After the door closed, she thought she had gone blind. There was absolutely no light coming from anywhere. Not a lightbulb, not a window, nothing. Every time she moved, it seemed that the walls were closing in on her. With each movement, she could feel one. Possibly the only one she couldn't feel was the ceiling.

Harley felt around the walls. There was always a button here, to call a doctor in case one needed their medication, or something… and she really needed some kind of pain killer as her headache had become unbearable. She loosened her hair, and rubbed her head, where Bolton had pulled and tugged at her hair. It was surprising it hadn't come off. After more fruitless searching she realized… there was now no such button.

Harley tried to sit, but even that was almost impossible. There wasn't even a chair here. She had to be careful, as every time she moved, she felt a wall next to her. The only thing she achieved was to break the water jug. Well, they would bring another one. This was going to be a very long day, she thought.

Finally, she sat on the floor, and hugged her knees. She would have had to, anyway, as the temperature suddenly dropped very quickly. Apparently, these new solitary cells were very cold. She shivered with cold, and her teeth started clattering, as Bolton lowered the temperature on the controls outside. She really wished she had a blanket, or put something warmer on.

That would be enough, thought Lyle to himself, as he carefully manipulated the controls. He would have the temperature rising again in only a couple of hours, of course. Much higher. He took out a chart he would be keeping, and dated exactly the time and date he had put Harley in solitary, to see just when it would be time for the next 'phase' of her punishment. He thought for a while. She would only have one meal today. It should be…sometime between lunch and dinner.

This one would be a relatively short one, he decided. Usually, solitary here, was only one day, but not anymore. Still, this one would be short, compared to how long he planned to keep anyone in solitary, only twenty four hours, exactly, and this way, as soon as she got out, from what he read in her file, she was likely to go and tell the other inmates… who would then fear it more, as she was likely to exaggerate. Well, she wasn't going to be able to exaggerate much this time.

He looked at his watch. Time for breakfast was almost up, but he would still have time to inspect everyone's cell before breakfast was over.