I don’t think he cared if he got in a bit of trouble; but he was not going to leave me in the cage while I waited to be returned to Ad Seg (the Hole.) He had decided he was going to do it himself.
We walked the long hallway until we reached the Hole’s door. We both entered the multi-colored door system and continued together the whole way. No one raised an eyebrow.
Once inside an officer took possession of me from behind. I didn’t pay attention to who it was, for it usually didn’t matter. But when he spoke, his voice sounded familiar.
As the Seed Planter exited the doors, the officer holding my arm from behind said, “C’mon Torres, I’m taking you to the yard.” I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t protest as I was taken to the zoo cages. Once secured, I was able to look back at the officer, and I recognized him immediately. He was an ex-boss of mine, and once a love interest of the young lady who had made the allegations that sent me to Ad Seg.
“I can’t believe this. What are you doing in the Hole, Torres?” he asked, clearly unable to believe his eyes.
“You didn’t hear? She didn’t tell you?” Of course he knew of whom I spoke.
“No, dude,” he said in a very Keanu Reeves way (you know, from the movie Breakpoint.)
I asked him if he wanted to hear the whole story. He did, so I explained it in detail. All he could do was shake his head in disbelief. When we were through talking he cuffed me back up and took me out of the Zoo Cage to escort me back to my cell.
I guess he was thinking about the situation, because before he left my door he said, “Well, Torres, at least you have found some rest in the situation.”
“I sure have,” I said as he walked away.
I didn’t immediately realize his use of the word “rest” instead of “peace.” His choice of word was interesting, and as I pondered it I lay down on my bunk, taking off my shoes and jumpsuit.
As soon as my head hit the mattress, I fell into a two-hour-long deep sleep. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep the night before.
It was rest, indeed. Thank you, Father.