Post lockdown, inside, C-Block (Seedy Ave), upper tier (end cell)
While the sun was slowly vanishing and the windows were not keen on letting too much light in, Mitchell could still see pretty well. He was better with growing darkness than with bright light. He tried to pull himself upwards again, hand clinging to the bars for support.
"Yeah, I have. Curly dark hair, very Irish, bit of an arse. And no, it's not me before you ask. Keep your head down and I can warn you if I see him," Mitchell said as he pulled himself to a fully standing position. His head went blurry again. His heart didn't beat and with most of his powers simply disappearing, the blood didn't flow. His forehead collided with the bars again and his breathing got heavier.