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With steps light as air he was making his way towards the chapel. It wasn't a religious visit, he had just been stalking the person he wanted to see at the moment. Well wanted and wanted. The person he was sent to see. He was whistling as he walked by, appearing to be in a good mood. His senses open and his demeanor as superior as they always were. He was highly confident that this was going to be a social call. He was new, so he hadn't really been able to make himself a reputation yet, which he was totally fine with, that meant that he would be able to sneak up on patients and staff in a way he wouldn't be able to if they had already labeled him. Like this woman he was about to approach. He needed to choose his words visely or they would have no effect, no meaning. He also needed to make sure her mouth wasn't blabbering until he was done with it.He entered the chapel in silence. Having stopped whistling as he entered the house of the lord. It would only be to disrespectful, however he doubted the presence of any lord in this place. If anyone was interested, it would be the devil, and he had no doubt that creature was lurking about in every corner in here. He saw his target up ahead and pulled on his friendliest smile. As a sociopath he was skilled in blending in, he was good at hiding his true nature because he had been doing so his entire life. "Miss Malone" He said, his voice friendly and surprised as he took the final steps towards the place called the alter. He kept his hands at his sides as he looked around. "I am sorry to disturb you in the house of the lord, but I was meaning to come and talk to you. I am a friend of your friend. CO Roth?" It was good having alot of connections inside the prison, and having befriended important people from the start. If Savannah were to Ask faith if she knew Aaron and if he was a friend. Then Faith would agree, because they were. Of course he reported back to Kate since she had wanted him to work in this place to begin with. But they didn't have to know that detail, it was only between him and Kate."My name is Aaron Monroe, and I wanted to introduce myself to let you know that I'm here to look out for you, and your own" He said with assurance in his voice and in his eyes. He then kept quiet to let everything sink in. He had customized his wardrobe in to armani fabric. What was the need for looking ugly when you could dress beautifully and smell good even in your job? He didn't want to look like all the other slobs out there with their sweaty and arse hungry faces. He watched her out of the corner of his eye to see what she would do. He had a simple message, and it could be delivered painfree, or with violence. If she swallowed his persona, then she might go with him freely when he came for her later, if she thought he was posing no threat that is. It was true he had a certain demeanor, but when he wanted to, he could be a kitten. And that's what he was playing at now. "I love that there is a place like this in this god forsaken building. Everyone deserves to have a place to ask for forgiveness and to be forgiven. Don't you agree?" He said with a friendly tone to his voice.

With her cell reassignment and her reunion with Michael behind her Sav was escorted via CO Roth from her cell to the chapel. She felt it of the utmost importance that she thank, personally, her lord and savior for returning her to the man she loved. Each day, each moment she was allowed to spend with Michael was a gift and Sav would not take that gift for granted. Only in the chapel could she leave herself open and vulnerable, convinced that no harm could or would come to her in such a holy place. Though she and Michael had once been intimate here she'd felt God's presence and his acceptance of them. With a smile on her lips she was escorted inside and CO Roth took her leave. Sav walked soundlessly down the center aisle and sank down on the pew in the front row. Her eyes settled on the large cross behind the pulpit and she made the sign of the cross over her chest and bowed her head.

So deep in prayer with her rosary beads clutched in her hand she did not hear the door open nor the guard step inside and make his way down to the front of the chapel. Her head remained bowed as she gave thanks for being gifted with a man such as Michael. A man that would move both heaven and earth to keep her safe and the two of them together. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved silently in prayer while her fingers worked ever so slowly along the length of her rosary. A smile touched her lips and when she lifted her head she heard a voice ring out close by. Not expecting anyone's arrival she was taken by surprise and nearly jumped out of her skin. A man, a guard stood near the pulpit and addressed her by name. His face she recognzied as seeing around the prison but his name was unfamiliar to her. He did not wear the usual CO's uniform therefore he had no name tag. He would remain a mystery for now. Sav's hand, the very one clutching tightly to her rosary, fluttered up to cover her pounding heart. "You scared me," she replied, a chuckle following not far behind. A name was dropped, that of Faith's, and Sav immediately relaxed. She motioned with her hand for him to sit. "Any friend of Faith's is a friend of mine. Won't you join me?"

His name was given and filed away. "Pleasure to meet you Aaron." His first comment was that like Faith he too would have not only her back but Michael's as well. Blowing out a breath of release that he was someone she could trust Sav inclined her head at him. "We would appreciate that and I thank you. It's been....difficult at times I must say." From what Aaron was saying he was a christian man and that was something that came as a surprise to her. Not many guards on employ here could make the same claim. "Yes, I couldn't agree more. I find such peace here. Being here somehow soothes the soul." She turned her head to look away from the cross and over at Aaron. "Next time you see her, give my best to Faith. She's a wonderful woman. She's done so much for Michael and I." She smiled and sighed slowly, leaning back on the pew she was seated on. "You must be a new recruit. I've seen you around, what do you think of Manfried?" she asked conversationally.

(should BJ come in now?)

Aaron found himself seated next to her in a matter of minutes after he had entered the chapel and had plastered his fake friendly face on to his features. She didn't suspect anything after he had introduced himself and he found everything to be so much better that way. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He assured her after he was fully seated. He then nodded when she said it was a pleasure to meet him. Oh He was certain it was. A smile spreading across his features he focused on the atmosphere and the feeling of the room, which she seemed to agree on. One thing he reacted to was that she spoke of herself and her loved ones in a peculiar way. Not that it was any special about it, but he reacted to it. Difficult, whom exactly was she refering to? Maybe the reason he was there to begin with. Aaron was there for two reasons.His religion wasn't the focus here, he wasn't a very religious man, but he had been brought up to go to church and to bend the religion to his own purpose to make it seem righteous. "I shall tell her you said Hi, and I think Manfried has alot of character" he said with a smirk, not wanting to talk openly about what he felt about the pennitentiary. And then she brought up that magic word that he had been meaning to find a reason to bring in to the conversation. Oh yes, Michael. He needed to do this smoothly. He needed to gain her trust and leave knowing she wouldn't ruin his plans. "About Michael.." He said, his tone more hushed now. "Faith tells me he's your close personal friend. And he too is under my protection. However, only as long as you want him to be" Aaron said and leaned in over the chair infront of him to rest his face in his hands.He had everything locked in his belt so he wasn't expecting anything surprising from people trying to take something out of it. However he was about to let her know one of the reasons he was there. "One Alli Reyes was seen coming out of the laundry room not to long ago, fixing her jumpsuit, right before Michael came out, also adjusting his jumpsuit. I don't know if there's anything going on there, but I thought you should know" He looked really apologetic for having to deliver her this message. "And I must warn you. Kate Lawrence is out for you. If I was you I would be very careful with whom I talk to since they have bugged your cell extra. They might even have put pressure on Michael. I would suggest you keep your ears and eyes open and tell no one, or they might involve Michael if they haven't already"Aaron leaned back and watched the effect of his world make itself in to a reaction. He sounded concerned and twisted the words so that he was there to warn her and to keep Michael out of the loop in case they had gotten to him or would get to him because of her telling him. It was a mind trick that he had practiced alot of times, and he ended up looking like the good guy coming here to let her know what was going on before shit started crumbling down. He stood and looked down at her, patting her on the shoulder. "I am terribly sorry having to be the bringer of bad news, but I fear all of your loved ones might be in great danger now when you have the eye of the authority on you. You know where you can find me if you need anything." He said with a wave, not going to explain anything further, as he left the chapel.

(( ooc: now is a good time for him to show up ))

Sav had requested an escort to the chapel to practice her beliefs, which she'd not done in quite some time. She hadn't expected to have company much less that of a guard. Being a close personal friend of Faith Roth's she'd learned that not all guards were a threat to her nor we they worth being regarded an enemy. Taking that into consideration if Faith was a friend of Aaron's then there was no reason, that Sav could see, that she not extend her trust in him. An apology came quickly and she inclined her head at him with a kind smile. "Don't apologize. It's quite alright. I just wasn't expecting any company that's all." If Aaron wanted to spend some time in the chapel then she wouldn't ask him to leave, that would be rude and Sav wasn't rude.

She leaned back to settle herself into the pew with her back resting comfortably on the back of the seat. Her head turned so that she was better able to see Aaron while they talked. Sav made sure to speak in a hushed tone, when she did speak, as a sign of respect for a house of the holy. To talk boisterously would be offensive in the house of the lord. Her eyes flicked ever so slowly over the features of Aaron's face, she sat quietly and studied him, trying to get a vibe off him whether it be a good one or a bad one. Not usually a bad judge of character she did feel that Aaron would most likely end up a friend than a foe. Hearing a name that was of great importance to her had Sav's undivided attention. He was offering safety to Michael as well and Sav heard from Aaron himself that Faith had spoken of the both of them to him. Sav couldn't help but smile at the mention of Michael's name.

"Michael is.....a very close friend. One of my closest. I honestly don't know what I'd do without him, Aaron." Knowing that yet another set of eyes would keep watch over them lifted a great weight off her chest, less to worry about. "Michael and I would appreciate that, thank you Aaron." The words were genuine as was her appreciation. In his next breath he'd knocked her clean out of her lungs. Michael and Alli Reyes. Her heart sank and she recalled vividly just how badly Reyes wanted Michael. To hear that they'd been seen together was upsetting to say the least. Sav's smile faded the moment those words were out of Aaron's mouth. Her heart hurt and she shook her head, she couldn't believe Michael capable of that but she could believe that Reyes was. Was it possible that Michael had had a moment of weakness? He was a prisoner after all, a male prisoner with needs. Perhaps she hadn't seen to them as she should have.

Add in that Lawrence had it out for her and Sav felt that weight once lifted settled right back on her chest and she felt suffocated by it. "My Michael wouldn't do that. He loves me." Sav didn't know who she was trying hardest to convince, herself or Aaron. In a nutshell in a matter of several short minutes she learned that Alli was back after Michael, they'd been seen together if Aaron could be trusted and she didn't see why he couldn't be. Faith didn't befriend anyone that wasn't trustworthy. She also learned that she was under scrutiny and putting those she loves most in danger. Before she could ask the myriad of questions she had about Michael and Reyes Aaron was leaving her alone to mull over what she'd learned. Michael wouldn't touch anyone else. He loved her. Sav knew he did. But....that seed had been planted. Not that Michael had 'been' with Reyes but that they were spending time together. Sav didn't want Michael anywhere near Reyes. With her head bowed and her heart heavy she questioned why she'd come to the chapel.

Brandon had discovered a note on his bunk earlier the very same day and he had learned that Savannah would be in the Chapel and that she wished to see him. He had asked to be escorted to the chapel, which luckily he had been granted. Well there he had almost walked right in to a tall man who left just as he came and had been shoved an envelope in to his hands with the words I forgot to give this to Miss Malone, deliver it will you? She'll need to see this, Befor he had continued on. Slightly confused brandon entered the room, his hands clasping the envelope as he looked around for this kind woman he had met ones in the mess hall.He didn't know what he was expecting but seeing Savannah all curled up made him frown. He wasn't one much for sentimentality or parental figures, but she had reached in to his heart somehow and grabbed a hold of it without letting go. He took silent steps forward until he stopped at the end of her row. He looked at her, trying to determine wheter she should say something or not. She looked deep in prayer and he knew not to disturb that. Not that he was a christian man, but religion was important to people. He slid down next to her on the chairs and eyed her carefully. She was a very beautiful woman, which he had noticed right away, but he also knew she wouldn't accept that he thought such things about her so he looked away."You asked me to meet you here" He said, wanting it confirmed to be sure it had indeed been her. "And that CO handed me this. Said he forgot to give it to you" He handed over the envelope. Inside there'd be a picture from the cameras. Timestamped, with Reyes and Saint coming out of the Laundry room. Of course it was photoshopped, but Aaron was proud of his photoshopping skills and he had made sure it looked very realistic. Brandon let his feet dangle from the chair while he looked curiously at the envelope. He didn't know what was on it and he didn't know how Savannah was going to react. "Is there something wrong?" He frowned now, wanting to make sure she was alright. And why had she asked to see him? Did she have anything to tell him about Joshua? He remembered she had said she could have someone ask around to let him know Brandon was in here. Or was there something else?

Sav turned her head in time to see Aaron walk out of the chapel. He wasn't laughing or anything of the sort so he hadn't been joking when he'd made that announcement about Michael. Of course Sav wasn't going to readily believe Michael would sleep with Reyes. She was confident in how he felt about her and she knew that he'd walk through the fires of hell before hurting her. He wouldn't dream of it, he was too good of a man to do such a thing. She was shaking her head then she was fisting her hands into the back of her head with her head lowered. Why would such things be said about the man she loved? It didn't make a damn bit of sense to her and she didn't want to think any longer on it.

The door to the chapel opened once again and Sav didn't have the heart nor the will to bother looking up to see who it might be approaching down the center aisle. It wasn't Aaron, the shoes didn't sound the same as those that had just walked out. Her first thought was that it could possible be Michael and at that thought she did turned her head to peer through her hair at a pair of shoes appearing at the end of the pew she sat upon. Inmate shoes. but not large enough to be Michael's. BJ. She had asked him to meet her via note left in secret for him. Sav had wanted to check in on him, as promised, and make sure he was fairing well. Only her eyes moved as BJ slid into the pew and took a seat beside her.

Sav nodded her head at first when BJ first spoke, she had to clear her voice to get it to working again. Her head lifted and she brushed her hair back out of her eyes and blinked them slowly over to where BJ sat at her side. "Yes, I sure did. I wanted to see how you were doing," she informed him, somehow managing to summon up a heart felt smile while being so confused and worried over something that might not even be a thing yet. An envelope was held out to her and when she heard who it was from she eased it with a trembling hand out of BJ's. "Thanks...." she replied, her voice dropping off at the end. Inside contained a picture of what looked like Michael and Reyes leaving the laundry room, disheveled.

Sav balled the picture up in her hand and did something very out of character. "God damnit...." she replied, on a caught up sigh. Sav didn't curse, tried not to, especially in church but had been unable to refrain. "No, sweetie, nothing is wrong. Just a misunderstanding, I'm sure. Tell me about yourself. How are you adjusting?" No talk about Michael now, she needed to speak to him directly and put her worries to rest, now was the time to focus on BJ and how he was dealing with prison life. The balled up photo was tucked away inside her jumpsuit lest it fall into the wrong hands and circled around the prison.

It felt really odd having someone who actually cared and wanted to know how he was doing. It wasn't something that Brandon was used to so naturally he was a little skeptical. He agreed to let Savannah be near him because he liked her, she was a nice beautiful lady and she seemed to want nothing bad. Like right now, she wanted to see how he was doing, that was odd right there, but he believed her somehow. He gave her a smile and shrugged. "I'm just fine" He said and handed over the envelope he had gotten from the CO right before he had entered the chapel. He had been thinking alot since their last meeting. It wasn't exactly coherent thoughts that meant anything, but he was trying to make sense out of everything.He watched in silence as she opened the envelope, found a picture he couldn't see the content of and how she then balled the picture in her hand. What had he been delivering to her? He asked if everything was alright and she gave him the most common reply ever when you didn't want to let people in on what was going on. He frowned and looked up at the altarplace for a few minutes. He felt a sudden rush of fiery passion, or hate, to be excluded from everything yet again. He had given her that image and it was obviously not a good one. Not that he wanted to pry, he just didn't want to be left out of everything, especially not by someone who claimed that she cared for his wellbeing. "I'm fine, there's nothing to tell really." He said, leaning back with his eyes edged infront of him. He sounded bored and tired when he spoke, so there was a slight difference since he had come in to the chapel.Why did people always turn the attention away from themselves so easily? Was it so hard to let people in? He looked up at her, examining her, the shyness gone. He wanted to know who she really was, why she was being nice to him. The only way was to ask the right questions and to examine her reactions. The question was how he would achieve that. Maybe he should get to know her a little better. Give her what she seem to want. "My cellmate think I'm creepy, I've spoken to very few people and nothing has happened to me. I'm sure that's a good thing, but it bores me." He said and leaned forward, resting his forhead to the chairs back and let his fingers play over the surface of the floor. "I'm restless, I'm over thinking and I feel like hurting someone every second of every day." He confessed and sat back up, turning to her. "What about you? why do you change the subject away from yourself? you shouldn't pity me, I'm sure I will be fine for a long time.." Until he would hurt himself to end it all. He was rather lonely, bored, and wondering just why people seemed to need to buddy up to people when he seemed to have a natural talant of repelling everyone around him.He didn't want danger to feel alive, he wasn't looking for it, he was just doubting his own survival in a place like this if it was going to be this boring. "I'm playing cards, reading my comics, I eat, I do my chores, I sleep.. I survive, but I'm not living... It's driving me insane. Sometimes... I think I'm going insane.." He said in a hushed tone, pointing to his head with a mocked laugh escaping his lungs. "I don't know who I am anymore, I don't know what I'm capable of."

Out of the corner of her eye Sav noted that BJ had given her a smile, not a full fledged smile but a good attempt at one. She above anyone knew that as of late, especially in the here and now there was very little to smile about. Even she who normally tried to be opptimistic was having difficulty though she felt she hid it well. He lied, he wasn't fine, none of them were every truely fine. Every days spent here, every hour that passed you lost more and more of yourself. If it wasn't the hacks that you questioned it was yourself, your cellmate, your family. It was a never ending cycle, each day bled into the next. "You trying to convince me or yourself, BJ?" she asked. Her eyes crinkled at their edges as she tried to summon up a smile for him, it almost worked, almost.

In a place like Manfried where each moment of each day you were on the defensive there was quite a bit to say. And not nearly enough people trustworthy enough to say it to. She understood BJ's need to keep things bottled up, she'd been known to do the same thing, much to Michael's insistance that she not shut him out, something she'd tried very hard not to do. A slight change had come over the young man seated next to her since he'd first arrived in the Chapel. He seemed....bored. Not necessarily with her per se but just bored in general. Sav would have given her right arm to be bored instead of worried and depressed. She'd have traded places with him in a heart beat and inclined her head towards him to indicate that she had in fact heard him speak, loud and clear. Sav grew quiet while gathering her wits around her and putting her worries about Michael and Reyes on the backburner.

"In here there is always something to tell, it's finding the right person to tell them to that proves to be worrysome. I'm here if you want to talk, it's okay if you don't." Sav was the last person to try and strong arm anyone that wasn't up to confiding in her. That simply wasn't the way she operated. Of course there were times when she did encourage people to talk until the caved and talked but usually she let them come to her at their own will. All she wanted to do was help, give back, as best she could, regardless of where she spent her days and nights. He spoke of her changing the subject, which she had, and of pitying him. That's where BJ was wrong and she didn't hesitate to set him straight on it. "I don't pity you sweetie. You committed a crime, you must serve the time. Doesn't mean that you can't redeem yourself. I'm right as rain, nothing to worry yourself over. I just....I need to speak to Michael, that's all." She went back to what BJ had said about his cell mate and his attempt at making friends. "I'm sorry about your cellmate, you aren't creepy, if you were I wouldn't be still be here if you were. Careful what you wish for in your boredom, BJ, you might find more excitement than you can handle," she warned.

Sav could see why BJ would feel that way, bored, churning restlessly in the waters of prison life. She turned her head and pulled her gaze from the alter to peer straight on at BJ. She smiled a bit as she watched him, shaking her head at him. "Mmm. You're young. I imagine you are bored here. Take a class, get a work detail. I'm sure you can find plenty to keep you busy." Sav leaned back into her seat and sighed heavily. "I've forgotten what it feels like to be young. Sometimes I feel so old...old and worn out."

He just couldn't pin her down. She was to nice for her age and she seemed to give a damn about him, wanting to know how he was and shit. It made Brandon uncomfortable and uncertain. Her question about who he was trying to convince caused him to look really distant. Who was he trying to convince? Why did he feel he needed to convince her of anything? Was she important to him? No way... or was she? "I don't know" he replied back in earnest. He couldn't be sure anymore, feeling himself drifting further away from himself. Was he really the monster that had landed himself in here?

She continued by telling him that she could talk to her if he wanted someone to talk to. That only confused him further. Why was she willing to be his shoulder to cry on? "Don't take this the wrong way.. but women your age never care about guys my age." He didn't mean that she was old, just that her generation never or rarely cared about his, not even if they are related. "I just don't know how to open up to people.. I've spent my entire life shutting everything inside of me. I'm not used to people offering their time up to really talk.. besides.. if I do. I'm afraid of what'll come out" He confessed, never looking at her since that would make her see the confusion in his eyes. He looked up at the cross while she told him how she felt about him.

"What if I don't believe in god? Someone refered to me as being a buddist. I guess I crossed that line" Brandon chuckled, it was kind of funny when you thought about it. "I'm not a believer, I can't redeem myself" It didn't really bother him, he wasn't that bothered by what he had done. It didn't really cause him to lay awake at night, but it was the time he needed to spend in here that had him worried. He did worry about her tone when she said she needed to speak to Michael. He had been in here long enough to understand it was someone she held very dear. He nodded and reached out and took her hand, something that surprised even him. "It will be okay" Brandon gave her one of his full hearted smiles that could light up a room before standing up.

He walked out of the aisle he was sitting in and up to the alter thingy.. He inspected it thouroughlly. "Will you help me? I don't know how to do that. What classes are there? I used to work in a comic book store. See?" he held up his hand for her to see, even if it was a bit away. "My dad and my brothers always said I have a womans hands. Not built for hard labor.. My mother she.." He fell silent and turned his back on her to look at the wall before he found his voice to speak up again. "My mother used to dress me up in girls clothing as a child. Always wanted a little girl. My looks aren't exactly the most manly.. She started ignoring my existance when I started to show my lack of interest in being her little girl"

He cleared his voice and turned back to look at her with a shy smile. She expressed how old she felt and he shook his head. "You're not old, you're wiser. We only feel older because we store more information in our bodies, and our mind than any teenager do. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever met.. so don't feel like that." He said with a shake of his head while crossing his arms over his stomach. He was opening up a little and he felt embaressed having someone know his secret. Like it wasn't enough having the memories etched in his head.

"It's not my intention to call you out, sweetie. I just know when someone is fine and when they aren't. You're not. But..I'm not one to press so if you want to talk, anytime, I'm here for you, understand? Anytime." With that being said she'd all but made a promise to be there for Brandon if and when he needed to unload, anything, and one thing you could count on with Savannah, if she made a promise she bent over backwards in order to keep it. Sav wouldn't want to be forced to talk therefore she wasn't in any position to press anyone else to.

She shook her head adamantly. "If that's the case then that's pathetic. Women my age should stand up and look out for those younger than them. It's the right thing to do, plain and simple." Sav clearly had a strong sense of right and wrong and knew well how to treat people and how not to, she treated them in the same manner she hoped to be treated. "Don't be afraid to find someone to talk to. When you trust someone, and it takes time, doesn't happen over night, they'll keep their silence. At least that's what I would do. No matter what you have to say I'm sure I've heard worse. I've walked through the pit of hell and lived to tell about it, nothing you could possibly say would upset me, Brandon, nothing. Like I said when you're ready to talk to me, you will."

Sav wanted Brandon to know in no uncertain terms that she was in fact there for him. She had no ulterior motives she would be a sounding board for him, just as she did for many of the prisoners locked inside the bowels of Manfried. "You don't need a God to redeem yourself. Find your own redemption, find peace for yourself otherwise....well...you'll eat yourself up with whatever is getting to you. It'll chip away at you until there's nothing else. Learn how to forgive yourself for your mistakes, own up to them and you'll have your redemption, with or without God." Taking comfort from Brandon's hand taking hold of her own she gave his hand a squeeze. "Oh sweetie, I hope so. I hope you're right. Without him I'm....nothing. Pitiful I know but it's the truth. He's what keeps me going."

She watched Brandon as he left the pew and approached the alter. She watched him with a frown on her face. She could see a little of herself in him and it had her wanting more than ever to help him in any way that she could. "Of course I will help you. There are wood working classes you could attend. Do some reading in the library, keep your mind busy, that helps, believe me. Make friends, surround yourself with them, that'll help you as well. One day you'll have to open yourself up, it just takes time. We have plenty of that here." He was told he wasn't good with his hands, he didn't have to be. "Doesn't matter, Brandon. If you find that you enjoy it then do it. Don't let the comments of others hold you back."

It was upsetting to hear how his mother had treated him. Sav could understand far better now where Brandon was coming from. Her heart went out to him and she too rose from the pew to approached him. She stood behind him and rested her hand lightly on his shoulder. "You don't have to be anything other than what you are. They're not here to belittle you anymore. They can't touch you here, Brandon." Sav did chuckle as he explained away her feeling her age. "Thank you, I needed that, more than you possibly know." Sav gave Brandon's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You're a good person, Brandon, you made mistakes we all have. I don't help anyone that I don't think is ready to help themselves, I think you're ready." She pulled Brandon into an embrace and held tightly to him as a mother would have done, should have done.

"I have no children of my own and most likely I'll never have them. I will do right by you and I will extend to you the same kindness you've extended to me. I'm here for you Brandon and I won't shun you or turn my back on you. You have my word." With another squeeze she released him and stepped away. "I must speak with Michael and get this all sorted out or I'll be useless to anyone, especially you. I will check in on you soon. Until then keep your head up and keep searching for redemption, if you look hard enough, sweetie, you'll find it." With a kind smile Sav excused herself. She hated to see how hard of a time Brandon was having but she had every intention of doing as she'd promised him. She left the Chapel and returned to her cell dreading the upcoming confrontation she knew she was going to have with Michael.