it was as if she were marking off the events on a notepad in her mind : boarded the train , went to prison , walking to my cell though she felt nothing , she did notice that everything in the prison had fallen to neglect : all around , the paint was peeling , and water dripped from the ceiling into little puddles or drizzled down the wall ; everything metal was tarnished with rust , and there was a dank mildew smell covered only slightly by the scent of ammonia and bleach .