Harley had also seen the chief of security drag Jervis. She was sure he was going to him in solitary. Poor Hat Guy!she thought. And she was the only one who knew what that meant. No one else did.
It had been two days since then. And Jervis still hadn't gotten out of solitary. Perhaps he may have escaped, thought Jonathan. After all, solitary was only for one day. To think about whatever one had done, and realize why they had ended up there. He didn't know what Jervis had done, but at least it had been good to help him escape, so he didn't worry too much.
Harley had also noticed that Jervis had been more than two days. Could it be that he had ended up getting a week in solitary?! That could mean they may just never see him again!
Lyle had decided to keep Jervis in the solitary cell for at least three days. In order for his treatment to be most effective, he would have to be exposed to it for at least a reasonable amount of time. During that time, on the first day, Lyle had had the first two meals brought in four hours apart, to give the impression of it being lunch and dinner, and no meals at all the next day. It would be good for it to seem like it had been a very long night. Finally, just before dinner on the last day, one and a half hours after 'breakfast', he decided it would be good to let him out.
Enough exposure, he thought, taking out his keys, and opening the door. Jervis looked up. About time, he thought. He didn't think any night had ever seemed as long! It was only a bit after breakfast, although he hadn't felt at all like eating.
He was not only stiff, from being in that small, narrow room all night, but he was awfully dizzy, and had a terrible headache, as well. He stood up slowly, swaying slightly, and walked slowly out into the corridor. Although he knew his way around, he didn't even protest at the fact that the chief of security was going to escort him back to his cell.
"I haven't got all day!" he said, as he pushed Jervis.
It pleased Lyle to see just how effective such a small dose of his treatment was.
Jervis could barely keep track of where he was going, he was so dizzy. He kept swaying, and sometimes bumping into walls, which of course, only served to please Lyle more. Lyle would also keep grabbing and pushing him, which would cause him to lose his balance and fall, which Lyle would only encourage.
Finally, they reached the cell. Jervis was glad to see that he was finally at his own cell. He didn't think he'd ever have felt so relieved to see it. Lyle grabbed him, causing him to lose his balance once more, and threw him into the cell.