Jack Sickert

“Work’s a bitch. Want to help me get over it?”

“... And how will I do that?”

“What?”

“I’m an excellent swimmer, love.”

“I’ll fine a way out. I’m sure of it.”

Good. Don’t need snitches.

“You gonna tell on me?”

“But like, help a dude out and write an escape plan on said note.”

“I could try. Don’t know how well that would get in without someone noticing.”

“I’‘m hard to kill.”

“Send a note back if you do, man.”

“If I get out, I want nothing to do with this place.”

“I refuse to stay in this place...”

He sighed softly and leaned against the bars on his cell. “You can’t be alone in a place like this, mate.”

“If you hadn’t I couldn’t let you out. Still interested in sparring?”

“We can. Don’t want to mess up your pretty face.”