Pam wasn't happy with what she had woken up to, though it was hard to imagine that anyone would be. She was on a bunk bed, for God's sake, in a jumpsuit. This was prison. She wasn't meant for anything like that. Lena could keep it. She just wanted to close her eyes and open them again when she was back in her room, with her dog. Or better yet, home.
"The Stanford Prison Experiment? I doubt it, because I can't imagine they wouldn't put Kiley in the guard roll, to see what she would do with that power. No offense, Kiley, it's just, like, a true thing," she said as she hopped down off of the bunk bed, taking her place at the bars beside Kiley. "I didn't even get into Orange Is The New Black, so this is ridiculous. Oh! Wait, I read a story like this once, where we're supposed to find a way out, but then in the end the door had never been locked. You tried the door, right?"