The door opened it was Vivian. She waved and had a small scar at the base of her neck. She took out a little metal wand and put it to the side of her neck. "Hello I got every thing cleared up. No charges and no more room. You have been drugged for three weeks. You are being weaned off them and you will be returned to your room. This unfortunately has left you atrophied and we will need to work on that together. Now for the big question. Right?"

"Yea, apparently I was in perfect health minus the cancer that ate my vocal chords. So that's what it was all about. When I came too I knew the circumstances were bad. I wrote to the guard and sent them doctor letters of the surgery. No one could choke a person enough to break their vocal chords. The legal system was slow as fuck. So enough chatting lets get you the hell out of here." She brings in a wheel chair and helps you get in. "You smell bad. I'm afraid your going to need a bath girl."