"When I get out of here..." Will started with a snarl, but he caught himself. The Sheriff had a recording device in his hand. If he started spelling out every little detail of what he would like to do to the man, that would be bad. Instead he strode to the door and smashed his fist against it with a yell. "You are the worst, the lowest of the low, you dog, you worm, you will never take Marian, never never, or Tuck, or any of us!" He hated feeling this helpless. Hated being locked in. Hated the Sheriff with every fibre of his being. And he was terrified of having to go back to prison.