"Simply nonsense." said Jonathan. "A week in solitary indeed!"
Jervis remained quiet, but then spoke.
"I think it is quite possible."
"Of course not!"
"Harley was not exaggerating when she spoke of her experience in solitary." he said quietly.
Surely Jervis wouldn't believe Harley's tales, Jonathan thought.
Jervis guessed what Jonathan was thinking.
"No. I think it's quite true. You haven't spent time in solitary." he said.
"Of course I've spent time in solitary! Everyone has."
"Not like this." Jervis sounded scared.
"They simply increased the amount of time one has to spend in solitary." said Jonathan impatiently.
Jonathan surveyed him. It was obvious Jervis was terrified. He wondered what had gotten into both him and Harley for them to suddenly be so scared. Surely spending more than a day in solitary wasn't good enough to suddenly be frightened. Of course, he must find out what it was. It would be very interesting. And it may prove useful in a future escape, as well.
"I think I will return to my cell." Jervis finally spoke. "I simply have not felt well at all since I'm out."
Before leaving, he turned to Jonathan.
"And do behave." he said. "You really don't want to end up in solitary for any reason." he shuddered.
It was apparent that they had both faced something during their time in solitary. However, perhaps they were not aware of it, it seemed. Jonathan decided he simply must find out what it was.
Just what could possibly be going on? He looked up, and saw Lyle Bolton. Just as with any of the guards, he didn't really take much notice. One got used to them. After all, in here they were everywhere, weren't they? Perhaps the doctors had ordered new measures in solitary to make sure everyone kept out of it as long as possible, he simply decided.