It had been several hours since Cam was deposited unceremoniously in the cell. Beaten harshly during his interrogation by Raptor, at first he had trouble even sitting up. By the time Mare came down to see him the dizziness had subsided and Cam was able to move to the moth-eaten, straw-filled mattress. A bowl of leftovers from dinner and an old plastic bottle full of water were left untouched inside his cell.<br/><br/>Mare was the last person he thought he would see down here – and even more strangely she was alone. He carefully moved to his feet and slowly limped over to the bars.  He hunched over slightly due to a broken rib and there were cuts visible on his lip, both cheeks and forearms. One of his eyes was swollen shut.<br/><br/>“Mare…” he said as if trying to figure out of he was dreaming. “What are you doing here? If you’re seen alone with me… it will make you look bad. The boss… he doesn’t hold prisoners for long. You don’t want to join me - though I wouldn't mind the company,” he added with a half-smile. Apparently no one bothered to tell him about the change in management.<br/><br/>“I’m not eating or drinking because I know what’s going to happen next. The weaker I am the faster the end will come.” Before she had a chance to explain he noticed the bruises on her face and neck. Instantly his tone changed from resignation to concern.<br/><br/>“Oh no… someone tried to… are you OK?” he asked with obvious concern. Even though he was half-dead and dying, Cam was still worrying about her. He reached out to place his hand over hers on the bar.