A week went by with little connection to Niklaus. He took his meals in his bedroom and spent most of his time weight lifting in the Hale's indoor gym. I occupied myself painting, reading, and swimming for an hour a day. Ravon stopped in my bedroom most afternoons to go over fashion magazines and gossip about which guards were cute. On Friday night, Ravon popped his head into my bedroom for the fifth time this week, swinging a movie around in his rich, ebony hands.
"Silent Hill, ever seen it?" He questioned, wiggling his eyebrows and plopping onto my bed next to me. When I shook my head, he gasped dramatically. "But it's only the best movie. It's like Little House on The Prairie, but it's based around a mute girl. Beautiful film."
"I've never heard of it." I said aloud, looking at the DVD
