I walk into the cafeteria for dinner. The food is the worst imitation of something edible I have ever seen in my life. Potato crusted Cod. Who came up with this idea? Crusted should never be part of a name for food. The smell of fish is filling the area and I have to suppress the urge to vomit. I spot the sand which materials and head straight for them. No way am I going to even attempt eating the "main" course. After grabbing my bread and meat I start walking  towards the empty table in the back of the room and sit down. Everyone in the room is laughing and seems to be enjoying themselves. Do they not know where they are? Are they so far gone that they think they are in Disneyland? I can’t stand the laughter, I just want to eat my food and get back out to my table for another cigarette and pray for the day to be over. I close my eyes and think of Spencer. It’s the only way to make it threw this. I picture her smiling at me, telling me that she loves me and to hang in there. I am torn from my peaceful thoughts by the sound of a tray being put down on the table next to me. It’s Faith again, what does she want now? "I’m sorry about earlier," she says quickly answering my question. "It’s no big deal, but I’m not really looking to make friends here. I just want to do my time and go home." I grumble at her. "What’s so special to get home to?" she throws out at me. She doesn’t give up. Spencer really would like her. She loves when people are persistent. That’s how I got her to go out with me for the first time. I would not take no for an answer, I asked her out seven times before she finally said yes. A small smile spreads across my face as I remember how great that day was. "Wow, so there is something at home worth getting back to," she once again interrupts my thoughts. "Yes, yes there is." I simply state. "Who is it? The love of your life? I assumed earlier that that did not work out so well for you." she says. "Well that is open to interpretation at the moment." I can’t believe I am actually talking to her.