Although Jonathan was fascinated by fear, he had never really felt it as much like he did during those weeks in solitary. Wouldn't his doctor know that he had missed his session? Or perhaps he had been told he was in solitary, and the chief of security had refused to cut the time he spent in there? He had lost track of how much time he had been there, but surely they couldn't keep him too long, could they? He felt absolutely awful, as soon, he began to get very bad headaches, he was uncomfortable in this small room, and he thought he could begin to hear or see other things, which of course, he realized were most likely just his imagination. He had lost track of time, so it felt like he had been here forever.
Was this really what fear felt like? He had never experienced it himself. Not really. Not like this. He was, after all, the master of fear. However, he began to wonder just how much he really did know about fear. After all, he had never really felt fear, not like this, until now. For the first time, he seriously considered escaping Arkham, but not to go back to crime, simply to get away! And perhaps invent some kind of antidote to this! For the first time, he wanted not to cause fear, but to remove it. That would be what he would do as soon as he got out of here! He had to get out of here! And soon! Before he ended up in another time in solitary! Only how to get out?! The chief of security was much more fearsome and difficult to outsmart than any before, and the inmates had no clue to how act. He had found out somehow, what Jonathan had commented to some of the others. It could only be, then that no one could be trusted.
Of course, Lyle was perfectly confident that escaping was absolutely impossible. Not with all his cameras, microphones, and supervision. Not even the doctors knew just how things were, after all.
They had been a bit concerned at the fact that there was suddenly some kind of outbreak of the flu, but Lyle had simply insisted that some bug must be going around, and he was more than capable of handling it, including giving out the medications himself. Of course, this was something he only said, as he would choose the medications perfectly, so instead of making them better, he would make it worse, so as to show this scum more what they deserved.
The inmates also seemed to be changing amongst themselves. No one seemed to talk to anyone anymore. Everyone had found out what had happened to Jonathan for questioning the new chief's methods. And Jonathan had simply commented about it to two of the other inmates. Yet, the chief had found out. How? Everyone looked at everyone else, distrusting them. You couldn't trust anyone anymore. Perhaps some were actually the chief's spies, and that was why they had told him about Jonathan! What if unknowingly they had made some kind of comment, or confided in another inmate, and ended up in solitary themselves! Everyone had spent time in solitary at least once by now, and no one wanted to go back, not because it was boring or anything, but because they were genuinely terrified.
No one confided in their doctor, either, as that would only earn them even more time in solitary. After all, how would the doctors believe them? They had seen just how the doctors acted whenever they came. The chief would always act pleasant, and he would always be next to them, so they had no chance to say anything. The doctors seemed pleased with him, as well. They commented on how the inmates were extremely well behaved, no escapes, and what a good job he did. How could they believe the inmates, when they held the chief in such high esteem? It would be his word against theirs, the chief had warned, and they would obviously believe him.