<strong>“Son of a bitch,”</strong>Elyse muttered as her feet lifted from the floor. This was why she hated space. She reached out toward the nearest cell and grabbed hold of a bar. Drawing her pistol in her left hand, she pulled herself toward the cell and braced against the bars with both feet.<strong>“Not a fucking move,”</strong>she shouted, pointing her gun at the prisoner in the cell.<strong> “The situation is under control.”</strong>She gently pushed away from the cell, floating past the others and grabbing hold of bars to guide herself.<strong>“Gravity will be restored shortly, so don’t any one of you even think of trying something funny.”</strong>She could only hope she was right.<br/><br/>As she floated past the cells, Elyse caught sight of a particular prisoner. The frightened little blonde who shouldn’t have even been on Purgatory. The one the other inmates whispered those horrible rumours about. Kira. Elyse turned her head to stare at her as she passed, expressionless. Her heart pounding, she decided to stop at an empty cell and wait for the situation to pass.<br/>