‘It’s okay, you didn’t know. Maybe we’ll get some sun later.’ He nodded enthusiastically, as if his hope could push the clouds aside. ‘Oka..., that said, the next issue is food. I have brought exactly enough to feed one person, three light meals a day until early June. We won’t starve,’ she said, ‘but we won’t have much to go around.’ The smile dimmed from his face. He nodded. Kat continued, ‘I came here specifically to get away from the distractions of people, to get some writing done. I still. The Saturday had dawned bright and clear and it promised to be a sunny pleasant day. The morning passed slowly with only a few people coming in to speak with me and I was getting a bit bored. At lunchtime I decided to pop over to the local tearoom for a sandwich. It was quite busy but I managed to get a small table near the back. As I sat munching happily on my sandwich, I heard the tearoom door open and when I looked up, there stood a woman, who was a picture of perfection. She was about 5’. It was a bad neighborhood and the number she was searching proved to be an ugly blockhouse. With a hesitation she stepped in. The elevator wasn’t working. “Ughhh! 7th floor.” Said she taking the stairs. It wasn’t the most pleasant landscape: needles all around, dirt, stains of god knows what all over the place… Mostly a landscape of pain and sorrow, not really promising. She had to be careful where she was stepping. Finally Annie was knocking at the door. A jovial man answered the door inviting. .’ ‘Have you visited before?’ ‘No….’ ‘We can book a timed visit, but we will need to confirm with the inmate whether they wish to have the visit from you and be put on their list……who is the person you wish to visit?’ ‘Patrick Curtis.’ ‘….and your name…..’ ‘Rachel McCormack’ ‘……and the time and date you wish to visit? Earliest available would be Sunday at 6.15, the visit lasts an hour and is in the Visitors Centre entrance to the side of the Prison.’ ‘That would be good…..’ ‘Bring a photo ID,.