Briefly, he was back in Farview and struggled to remember what kind of horrible, or wonderful, night led to such a painful hangover. But the illusion was short lived. He elicited a groan as he rolled over to his back. The prospect of sitting was forgotten when his vision swam with streaks of color in the dark room and a wave of bile threatened to fight it’s way up his throat. “Awake now?” The slightly familiar voice brought it all back. The theft, the fight in the courtyard and now what? He was surprised he still lived. From his back, Ben could see the walls of a dimly lit room slowly come into focus. A sturdy oak door was the only break in the stone walls. The floor was uncomfortably hard and it was coated in a heavy layer of dust. The rest of it really didn’t matter, it was a prison and that’s all he needed to know. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss their confinement with the person who got him there, so he remained silent. “I want to thank you for standing up for me,”
