The slammer lived up to its name. The stubby building was tucked into a corner, and looked wildly out of place. It was a thick slab of concrete, and didn't look like it'd be falling any time soon. Straggling bushes enveloped the front, and it was obvious that the bushes had never seen clippers before. The ancient wooden door hung ominously, and the building had a single small, barred window. Rusty locks sealed the door, and a cast a sketchy look towards Thomas.

"There's only a chair in there and nothin' at all for ya to do. Enjoy yourself." Thomas trudged inside, but then Newt chuckled. "At least you got Joanie to entertain you, that's her job isn't it?"

I stuck my tongue out at him before following Thomas. I heard the door begin to close, making me turn around. "Have fun," Newt joked. I put my hands on my hips. "Oh we will. And everyone will want to join in on the fun," I sassed, smirking. He rolled his eyes, while Thomas sighed. Newts head appeared from the window. " Nice reward for Breakin' the rules. Ya saved some lives , but Ya still need to learn-"

"Yeah, I know, order," Thomas intervened. Newt smiled. "You're not half bad, shank. But friends or no, gotta run things properly, keep us buggers alive. Think about that while ya sit here and stare at the bloody walls."

He began to turn away, "what about me?" I asked, placing my hands on the bars. He slipped his hands over mine. "Later. I'll make it up to you," he said, and kissed me through the bars. I felt him pull away but kept my eyes closed. When his hands left mine I opened my eyes. "Good night,"

"Goodnight,"

And then he was gone.

"You guys are gross," Thomas groaned, and I slightly blushed when I realized he'd been there the whole time. "Wait till you get a little girlfriend," I laughed. And he rolled his eyes, "remember? We're in a maze," he gestured around him. "Hmm," I grunted, while pondering. "What about coma girl when she wakes up? She's really pretty, and it'll be better when she's conscious,"

He turned serious, "you heard her,"

I paced across the room, sitting in a corner. "Thomas are we going crazy?" I asked, my voice a little mouse. He squished next to me. "I don't know anymore," a pause, "she's definitely real,"

"It just makes me realize how much of a test this actually is," I sighed. "A test?" He asked, and before I could answer, began to talk. "I don't know Joanie. I'm just wondering why you were sent two months before, and then teresa in a coma and bringing death sentences,"

I darkly laughed, "than i guess I'm the lesser of the evils," I paused, and turned my gaze to the floor. "Or I was disposable," I whispered. "What?"

I closed my eyes, realizing I had said that out loud. "What if- what if I was sent to make sure they could send teresa up. To make sure she wouldn't be harmed?" I said, and could feel tears well up, "what if I was just some girl they locked off the street, a girl who wouldn't be missed and used as a testing dummy," I ranted, feeling a tear slip down.

I felt Thomas brush the tear off my face, and his arm pulled me into an embrace. "What about your brother, huh? He would miss you. So I think there's something bigger at play," Thomas sighed. I shook off my feelings and gazed across the slammer. A single chair stood in the middle, and I couldn't help but laugh. It was poorly made, I think on purpose, and had one leg shorter than the other. I chuckled and shot up from the floor, making Thomas stumbled backwards. "What're you doing?" He mumbled, and I realized he had been falling asleep. "WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!" I screamed as he rose. Toppling to the ground I heard him groan. "I'm up,"

"Nope. No your not," I laughed, dragging him to his feet. "I have something to show you,"

He followed me a few feet, and I sat in the chair. A thump thump emerged as I wobbled to chair, my weight being shifted from one leg to the other. He face palmed and began to laugh, "you did all that, to show me you can play with a crooked chair? This is stupid,"

I rigorously nodded, as the thump thump continued. "It doesn't even have a cushion!" He exclaimed, leaning against the wall. I continued my thump thump, grinning wildly. A few minutes passed before he came towards me. "Alright, let me try,"

"No way! You called it stupid!" I laughed, planting my grip on the chair. He began to try to push me off and I jumped in the chair, attempting to scoot it away. He grabbed my arm pulling me, and I rose and slammed and scurried in the chair. We were laughing in hysterics as I struggled when we heard a sharp crack.

I dropped to the floor, the chair gone from under me. I heard uncontrollable laughter from behind me, and shifted my gaze to a rolling-on-the-floor Thomas. I was sprawled across the floor face first, but I still laughed. "What happened?" Groaning, I asked.

His chest heaved in fits of giggles, "you... You broke it,"

"Broke what?" I furrowed my brow. "The... The chair! You broke... The chair!" He sputtered out, when hand clutching his stomach and the other pointing to a sad, broken chair. One of the legs was completely broken off, and flown across the room. My feet met ground as I rose. I lifted the chair into an upright position, and held it up.

"This is so sad..." I giggled, and he held in laughs. "There was one chair Thomas. One chair! And we broke it,"

His laughs released from his body, and mine as well. "We're so busted," he said, after five minutes of hysterics. "So busted," I finished.