He heard Alyson get up and walk over to his cell. He heard her soft voice tell him good morning. He thought about getting up, but after last night he felt like he was loosing his edge. Sure, he still wanted to escape, but his hatred for Alyson had simply faded to a mild dislike. He feared what it could deteriorate to. He laid there as she said a few other things to him, but he continued to keep his eyes closed. He heard her walk away and he slightly opened his eye. He saw her messing with something then heard and slow grinding sound at the far wall of his cell. "Here it goes." He thinks to himself. "This is how I die." He closed his eyes and waited. For what seemed like an eternity the grinding continued, but it never seemed to get any closer. Then the noise stopped.

Flynn popped an eye open cautiously. He heard Alyson say something about breakfast as he stood up. Alyson had left and he looked around to try and figure out what the grinding noise was. He looked over and saw that his cell was now doubled in size. She had pulled the wall back between the two rooms. He sat there puzzled for a moment. He got up and slowly entered the new room that was now connected to his cell. The new room was identical to the other one. He checked the bars on the door. These ones didn't budge at all. So it seemed like escaping from this room wasn't an option. He then noticed a small recess in the middle of the floor with small holes in it. He furrowed his brow as he leaned down to examine it.

It was just a few small holes drilled into the concrete, like a small drain. He looked up and saw a small plastic cube above the drain. It was a shower. It was too high for him to reach without jumping and he didn't know how well secured to the ceiling it was. He might be able to use the wooden cot to knock it from the ceiling. He saved that information in the back of his mind for later. As he stood there examining the cell, the thought of the shower turned from escape, to hygiene. He looked at his hand, it was crusted with blood as well as was his chin. He desperately needed a shower, but the only towel he had was dirty from being on the floor overnight. If he started to shower and Alyson came down, he would have nothing to cover up with and he couldn't put his clothes on while he was still soaking wet. He would have to air dry.

Flynn's desire for a shower ultimately won over. He stripped off his clothes and put them on his cot and walked under the shower head. He looked up at it and wondered how to turn it on. Suddenly water flowed from it onto his face. It was surprisingly warm. He had expected freezing cold water. For a few minutes he just stood there. Letting the water flow over him. It made him feel alive again. He had no soap, so he simply used his hand to scrub himself clean of dried blood, dirt and drywall. He then turned his face up at the water and just enjoyed the feeling of the water on his face for awhile. He was enjoying the feeling so much that he failed to hear Alyson come in until the water turned itself off.

He was facing the cell wall as the water turned off. "Damn." He swore under his breath. He began shaking the water off him the best he could as he was turning around. Then he noticed Alyson just standing there looking at him. Normally Flynn would feel a little self conscience, but, given the circumstances, he wasn't. He held his hand out and looked at her incredulously. "Towel."