The pink fluffy cell was great!  Brittany wished she could remodel her room with the stuff.  It was soft, fluffy and best of all, it was pink!  But that was before her hair was ruined, her nails broken, and her beautiful youthful skin unscathed.  Who knows how long she was out for, it could have been days or weeks even.  And what if those flea bastards did some kind of gross experiments on her?  She checked, and she didn't feel like she had been probed.  "Does anyone know where we are?" she asked when she saw Seargent Williams in a cell across from hers.