<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br/>Cellblock CD17</strong><br/><br/><br/>Kate's words had turned her thoughts inward, still hearing but finding her 'something good and warm'.  It was a trick and Ella wondered why she couldn't stay there all the time, in that someplace that wasn't here, wasn't Gen-Tech.  The answer to that came when she realized how lost she got in that someplace.  The bars across the aisle were empty and for a moment Ella's heart skipped with fear until gripping the bars on her own door and straining to see into the narrow space she made out Kate's form on the top bunk.  Relaxing the white knuckle hold and she stepped backed into the space behind her.<br/><br/>Top bunk was as good choice as any, though the ladder up was awkward;  it would not be a fun drop if it ever came to that, but it was harder to get to.  She lay on her side with her bare feet nearest the cell door, for some reason it felt safer to her.  After tugging the plain gray dress down as far as she could, Ella lay with a hand under her cheek and tried not to drift back to that safe, warm place that wasn't any where near Gen-Tech.  It wouldn't do to zombie out like that too often.<br/><br/>In the quiet cell block she heard the small group's approach.  This was probably the woman with the permanent smile. They had taken everyone else away today so when the colorful guard showed up at her cell door the young woman tried not to look afraid.  Then with her palm warm against Ella's arm, the woman's kindness was both welcome and unsettling.  Blinking quickly to keep the sting of grateful tears at bay, her gaze from the top bunk level with the guard's she spoke slowly and softly stressing the ZH<strong>" Thank you, AnZHelika...   are... are you hear to take me away now?"</strong>Ella swallowed hard, dreading the answer.