Snippet #1740852

Solitary Confinement.
0900.

Devan was left to his own devices for quite some time with only his thoughts for company, the slow passage of time mapped out by the changing light beyond the window. Weak sunlight had brightened to something more indicative of true morning, and the occasional shadow of a cloud seemed to pass overhead, painting shadows across the padded floor, but still nobody came to open the door.

He was given long enough for the drug to wear away and then longer still, but there was no sound from outside, no nurses to break the monotony and give him a chance to attack. For over an hour there was simply quiet, the sounds of the building that surrounded him muffled to almost nothing, and although he was observed, it was through nothing so conspicuous as the window.

Finally, when the morning routine of the asylum had shifted into the stillness between breakfast and lunch, there was movement outside of the door, though only the Judas window opened. Outside, with his head pressed close against the bars, was a young man with scruffy dark hair that fell low into his eyes, making his face little more than a grin and a fringe.

“Hello in there,” Agent Tori Sith trilled, his voice hushed low into a stage whisper as he peered in at Devan. “Have you been bad, is that why they’ve locked you up in this little room? Or maybe you’ve been good instead… it’s hard to tell, you see.”

Giggling, he grew a little taller, likely standing up on his toes to get a good look at Devan through his hair. “Wow, you don’t look very happy. Would you like me to break you out of there? I can, you know, because I’m a secret agent. Agent Tori Sith. That’s Tori with an eye not a why or an eye-ee. It’s very important that you remember the eye.”

As if to demonstrate, he lifted a dark hand and poked up under his fringe, parting the hair to show his finger resting against the white of one eye, rolling it up so far that the colour was impossible to tell. “Don’t forget: eye!”

Tori laughed, letting his hand and his hair fall back into place as he leaned a little closer to the window. “It must be lonely, to be separated from all of your friends. I’m sure they missed you at breakfast. Are you lonely without them? I bet you are…”

Tori didn’t seem to need answers to keep the conversation going, and spoke in a manner that indicated readiness to chatter on all day if he wasn’t stalled.