<span style="color: #0040FF">Angelica continued to cry softly, sliently until the agony and river of pain subsided.  She shifted so that her back was to the wall now.  Everything hurt.  She was dirty and abused, malnourshed enough that she was more frail than she was intended to be.  Smudges of dirt covered her face.  She was lost in what could have been called sleep when the "Hello" resounded.  It took her a moment to respond though...was this some cruel trick the guards were playing?  Or was someone really calling out for comfort?  She quickly crawled over to the bars that defined the prison.  "Hello?"  she whispered softly, but loud enough to resound lightly in the halls.  "Who's there?"  she called, twisting about to get a better look down the hallways.  </span>