"Me?" Will glanced around. "Lets not count our chickens, eh?" Heh, great joke, considering the subject matter. He couldn't help a slight twitch of the eyebrow and a smirk. But seriously, parole was not guaranteed, no matter how well behaved he was, no matter how much he threw himself into rehabilitation programs. All it took was one arsehole on a power kick and he was stuck here until his next hearing.