Kay Anderson

*The guards finally return you to the gloomy cell, after hours of torment. They shove you down and you fall to a heap next to Kay, totally exhausted and broken. The toom of other prisoners - hands bound together like yours - watch anxiously, knowing they could well be next. After the guards leave, Kay gets closer and whispers carefully, to your weak and helpless form* Hey... are you ok? *She seems to be on the verge of tears, but still stays strong for all the other* Talk to me...