It was a long walk back from group, or so it seemed. The halls were littered inmates going to various places. In her hands, she carried a new shower caddy. They were issued with just the basic essentials to get an inmate started. Since she was a transfer, she wasn't allowed to bring the one she had before. Soap, shampoo, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and one roll of tissue. It wasn't much, but when you're literally given nothing, it was the world. Funny how before all of this happened she had so much of all of this. The bathroom was a mess with shampoo bottles, perfumes, lotions, and facial creams. She could clearly remember her nylons hanging over the shower rod drying. They were the same ones she had used to strangle one of her victims. The memory drew a smile on her lips. A small rush of warmth raced through her. It was the little things, like the caddy and this memory, that made her feel normal. These moments were short lived, but they were enough to keep her from going crazy, or so she thought.<br/><br/>Looking up a memory flashed before her eyes. She saw him. Rufio. A deep shutter gripped her, and she stumbled towards the wall. Luckily there were no prying eyes. Something like that could been seen as weakness. Weakness, much like the scared new arrival. She remembered having that same fear. It was there every time her foster father yelled at her, with every linger gaze from him, as his eyes wondered her body, violating her trust. Eventually she grew strong, strong enough to end that fear. The scared arrival would too, either that or she would find her end and be carried in a body bag out of this place.<br/><br/>As she approached closer, she saw two women walking away from an opened door, only to see the door closed. 'Don't let that be my place,' she thought. As she got closer an inmate came out of the room that was across the hall. Relief washed over her as she saw that was her new home. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders back, and walked in. The faces of the muffled voices she had heard came into view. She recognized one  from group. 'Well, here goes nothing,' she thought. Without a word, she put her caddy on an empty bed and slipped down to it. "I'll take this one," she said, not asking. Sleeping on the bottom was what she wanted. That way, should the person above her move, she would feel it. It was part of her never have your back to the wall philosophy. "Molly," she questioned, pointing in her direction.  "But you," she questioned. "I've never seen you before. Kelly. Kel….Ca….You know what? Kelly is fine. Hope I'm not interrupting anything, and sorry for eavesdropping, but did I hear something about getting an mp3 player? Like for real music? I mean you can get one to listen to real music on? I haven't heard real music in..so..long. Name your price. I don't have anything really, but maybe we can work something out," she told her, actually smiling for a change. She realized the inmate who had left as she about to enter had been in group as well. Slowly she began to think this might not be so bad in here. It certainly was an upgrade from her previous home. "It's nice to meet you guys," she told them, moving her caddy to the floor and resting back on the bed, the smile still on her face.