Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
Noise. All he could hear was noise. He blinked against the light around him and dizzyness let him want to shut his eyes again. But the noise didn't stop. Shouting, yelling, trampling feet. Something was going on. He had to see. He stumbled to his feet, used the table to pull himself up. His whole body was weak. His knees wanted to give in but he forced some strength into them.
The way from his corner (he actually had a corner now) to the bars wasn't far. One good thing about the size of the cell. He pressed his head against the cool metal and gazed outside. There was a figure. Out of the cells, leaning against the wall. Were there tears? It was hard to tell from this far above but the woman was definitely Grey.
"I guess you are not here for a game of baseball, hmm?" he shouted down. He shut his eyes for a moment to blend out the foggy haze that clouded his mind. He hadn't eaten in a few days and he was growing weaker by the minute.