Mara promptly returned to her room and grabbed her phone. Then she dialed his number. First ring, second ring, third ring, but just when she thought it would go unanswered, he suddenly picked it up.

"Good morning, Mara," his baritone filled her ears and she realized just how long it had been since the last time she spoke to him.

"Good morning, Mr. Mike. How do you do?", Mara asked hesitatingly.

"I'm fine, Mara. Any problems?"

"Not really. It's just... I wanted to, you know, find out if I could go bring em... I mean, can I go to the prison now to get my boyfriend?"

"Oh no, no, no....