Flynn had actually made a point when she thought about it. She kept him around for a reason she did not realize yet, but she knew very well it wasn’t something she could share with him. He might not even feel the same. Hell, he probably didn’t, being locking in and all. A sudden thought raced through her mind. Maybe she had to make it him at home, just a bit more. So he would enjoy being here, and keeping her company. [i]”But you might never trust him Al. So you have to be careful..”[/i]

When Flynn started talking again after a silence, Alyson lifted her head back up to stare him in the eyes. His attempt at changing the subject eased her a little bit. It almost meant he actually gave a damn about her. Alyson smiled a bit, but anyone could tell it wasn’t genuine. “Best memory?” She repeated softly to herself as if she was looking through her archive of memories. But she got distracted as soon as he mentioned a kitten. Alyson had never seen one in real, they were rather rare, and only businessmen with enough money could get one from a foreign planet far away. It was quite the travel to the old runes of the earth and its nearby planets. Alyson never wanted to travel that far, at least, not alone. She’d go nuts after a few days and probably die from overdoses aloom. 

When his story continued he made his way to the back of the cell, taking a seat there. Alyson on the other hand stayed where she was, silently listening to what he had to say. The story made her heart ache a little bit. Flynn was not a bad guy at all. He was just as lonely as she was. The little kitty, his ‘lady’, was his company and he’d given it his fullest attention. “I didn’t see that coming.” Alyson said softly, but still smiling a bit. As she nodded in preparation to her story she sighted. “My best memory eh? That’s not a hard one.” And with a cough she grabbed with both of her hands for two bars and leaned her face onto them. 

“I think I was about 18 when I first started getting into this drug business. Before earning my first payment, I lived on the streets.” Her voice squeaked a little bit, showing how hard this story was to tell. “Me and Alice roamed around looking for food most of the time, sleeping on benches in the park. And I didn’t complain really, it was all I have ever known. You see, my parents died when I was nine.” Alyson looked up at Flynn checking if he was still listening. “On one night, we had to run from the cops for the 100th time, when we found this old, abandoned skyscraper where we decided to live for a while. There we met another group of.. Criminals.” She pronounced the word ‘criminals’ as if they were the worst things in the world. “We were forced into delivering a heap of this weird looking drug to a different planet not far away from here. We would get enough to buy our own little studio, so we did it. Well, we didn’t have much choice to be honest. We were shipped to the other planet, all scared. I mean, common, how would you react?” Alyson laughed a little bit, shaking her head. “The best memory ever, was the moment I bought this basement. A place I could call home. A place I could rest without being scared of getting raped or killed. A place I could shower and eat. A place I could possibly get old and preferably with someone by my side.” Alyson’s voice grew silent towards the end, and she closed her eyes. “Best memory ever.” She jokingly said whilst a tear ran down her cheek. “God, I’m so sorry.” She chuckled through another tear. Quickly, she removed the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

Here she was, the most famous drug baron in the Milky Way and she was crying in front of her prisoner.