Drenâ€™s voice seemed to â€œawakenâ€ Saul. Breaking from prayer, he slowly opened his eyes to view Angela and Dren as best he could. His cell was separated from the others, two cells left of Jared and Angelaâ€™s.<br/><br/>â€œIsolation tactic?  No, Iâ€™m too close to the others for that to work, but then again they will be leaving in a couple days or less.â€ Saul pondered this for a bit. His own ship had nothing fancy like this brig, and was quite filthy. For the reason so that the sinner could think of his own fallings and hope that the Lord will offer them respite from the rats.<br/><br/>Pushing up into a crouch, he shivered slightly from being on the cold floor and crept over to the edge of his cell. Brushing his unruly hair from his face, he watched the pilots talk in silence. He wasnâ€™t some dumb terrorist that the United Federation for Humanity thought that most of them were, and while he couldnâ€™t inflict Godâ€™s wrath on the heathens now, he could surly learn from them. He would learn this ship inside out, and escape it as well.<br/><br/>The medication from battle and the many stimulants he took over the week had started to lose their affect, he could feel it. Sudden drowsiness over took him, promptly passing out on the force field. The field sizzled as his head hit it, and the thud of his body when it fell over was barely audible. Snoring softly, he laid there fast asleep.