<span style="color: #0080FF"><div style="text-align: right;">Angelica</div><br/><br/>The night was still young.  Still very young.  And different.  Tonight was different.  There was no punishment being given tonight, only confinement.  Idly she stared outside thru the small cell window she was given.  She expected to be moved tomorrow, somewhere more confined.  As long as there was a window, Angelica could at least dream of being out there.  Despite the frailty of her form she stood, reaching up on her bare tiptoes to touch the bars that kept her from crawling out the window and escaping forever.  A small tear ran down her cheek as looked out.  It seemed so hopeless, so extreme.  There was nothing left anymore except these walls, no memory, no idea about her own exsistance and no way to possibly make her own decisions.  But it was like that for all of them here.  Idly she turned her head to look at the cell next to hers.  The screaming the yelling, the pain that seeped from that woman in the next room penetrated Angelica's soul, down to the very core of her exsistence.  She hated it.  Hated this place.  She quickly moved from the window to the opposite wall, where the screaming was coming from.  She pressed her hands to the stone and cried softly.  Tonight when she wept though, it wasn't for herself as it had been in past...Tonight she wept for them all.</span>