Dec 02, 2010 14:14
Pardon me, but -
[Those words would be eminently polite, if only they weren't being spoken right in front of the intercom, making them loud and crackling the line with air.]
The other man who was in my cell - what's happened to him? He hasn't been in since I woke up this morning. Not for meals or to shower, either...that's not allowed on our level, is it?
If you don't have him off somewhere, I think you must have an escape on your hands.
How sloppy.
[And there's a jingling, little laugh that doesn't manage to be either mocking or amused.]
gilbert cocteau