Benjamin sat in the cell with closed eyes, trying to rest. There was little else he could do, except for worry about Dia. Something was wrong with her and he couldn't help her. He couldn't do anything from this place, but he just had to be patient. If he showed everyone he was calm and in control, they would let him out without having to take medicine first. He was certain of that.

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Marc looked from Sara to the menu and examined it for a moment. "Well, I'm always a big fan of apple pie, especially when I drink tea. We could order that."
While he didn't mind coffee, that was something he preferred to drink in the morning or at work. In the afternoon and evening he rather had a cup of tea. 

He was glad Sara had opened up to him again and he promised himself he wouldn't make her go back into her shell because of something he said.