Curtis stares up at the bunk above theirs for what feels like a long time. Eventually, though, he closes his eyes.

The image of Harry's body stays behind his eyelids until he finally drifts back to sleep.



The next morning, after head count and protein block distribution -- and after Harry's wrapped corpse is dragged away by the guards, feet in their hands and head slamming over every dip in the floor -- Tanya pulls Curtis aside.

Their conversation's too low to be overheard, but both of them keep glancing at Edgar every couple of seconds.