Jail

September 4, 2044- Sunday

Tossing and turning a condensation of sweat forms on his bruised back. Rise wakes on a hard metal bench inside a cold room. Cold enough to be a freezer. He is wearing a khaki uniform given to him a few hours ago. On the bench sits Jackson half dozing off or maybe half awake. Han sits with his back to the wall, eyes closed but moving. Rise gets up slowly from the bench, yeah it’s fur sure bruised/ He sits next to Jackson. He rubs his eyes with his fits. The sleep he had was not restful. He watches the guards outside the cell walk down the hall. There are two other people in the cell with them, two Korean men.