As soon as breakfast was over, everyone thought they would then be sent to the rec room. However, Bolton immediately sent them back to their cells.

Even though he hadn't been there long, the doctors were already impressed by Bolton. He had said that as the inmates were now his charge, he would personally escort each and every one of them to their sessions.

They could certainly see that there had been no mistake by hiring him. Not very many, if any, chiefs of security had ever taken his job so seriously, and seen to his responsibilities the way Bolton was doing. Now that he had had the security systems upgraded, things would go much more smoothly, the doctors thought.

As Jervis was about to head towards the office, he encountered Bolton.

"Oh, excuse me, but I have a session, and I'm supposed-"

"You were supposed to be there half a minute ago," said Bolton.

He grabbed Jervis's sleeve, and led him away from the dining room.

Bolton lightened his hold on Jervis, as they approached their destination, and knocked on the door.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he said politely. "however, I had to see to Ms. Quinn, who is unfortunately, in solitary confinement." He sighed.

"That's fine, Mr. Bolton."

That was actually the first time since he had started working at Arkham that anyone had come remotely close to arriving on time for their sessions. Usually they would arrive much later.

"I'll be back for Mr. Tetch, in exactly forty five minutes," he said pleasantly before leaving.

Jervis stared behind at Lyle.

"I am perfectly capable of coming to and leaving from my sessions on my own," was the first thing he said, as he took his seat.

After all, he didn't need an escort! It was one thing was that he was a patient here, another that he was a child.

Bolton could see that he had impressed the doctor. 'Good', he thought. He would obviously be giving a very good impression, which was just what he wanted.

Everyone who had not had breakfast, had been sent back to their cells.

Jonathan, having returned to his after finishing breakfast, sat on the floor looking among his books while waiting for Jervis. Pinned to one wall, was the score for their chess tournament. He looked up at it. Jervis was beating him by at least two games. He took out a book titled How to Become a Chess Champion in Seven Easy Lessons, and opened it. Today, the score would certainly change.

Bolton, while patrolling the corridors, looked in and saw Jonathan studying the book intently.

Jonathan looked up as the door opened and he saw the chief of security.

Angrily, Bolton snatched the book from his hands.

"I do believe that is mine," Jonathan said coldly, holding out his hand for Bolton to give it back.

"You're not here to be reading!" Bolton said, as he looked around the cell.

He noticed the paper pinned to the wall, and tore it down.

"Just what do you think you're doing!" exclaimed Jonathan angrily.

"You won't be needing this anymore!" Bolton answered.

"Oh, really!" challenged Jonathan.

Jonathan decided not to argue. After all, he thought with satisfaction, Jervis also had a copy in his cell, so that wouldn't make such a big difference. However, the fact that he had taken the book did! Jonathan didn't have much time to dwell on that though, as Bolton began to collect the rest of his books. Usually, most of the books would be taken away when they took away his privileges.

"I have done nothing that merits taking my privileges away!"

"You scum deserve no privileges!" said Bolton, as he grabbed Jonathan's uniform.

No one had ever spoken to him like that here! Angrily, he watched as Bolton walked out of the cell with his scorepaper, and each and every last one of his books in hand. But he would have to give them back eventually, Jonathan knew.

Now what was he supposed to do? He looked at the clock. Jervis's session wouldn't take that much longer, he knew. As he settled back to wait he brooded on the new head of security.

Bolton looked through the things he had taken from Jonathan's cell. Several books. He knew that Jonathan was a professor. He had taken great care to research every small detail about each and every one of the inmates.

He studied the paper he had snatched from the wall. A chess tournament! He could see that the other player was Jervis. He had found no chess board in Jonathan's cell. There hadn't been one in the rec room either. That would mean it would have to be among Jervis's belongings. Well, not anymore.

His watch beeped. Looking at the time, he saw that he now had to see to his first inmate in solitary.