6th September, 6 am, Westminster Prison Cell

*Peter stirs awkwardly awake.  His right arm feels dead from being held above his head all night and he winces as he staggers to his feet, prodding the palm to try and get the blood flow to return. 

Yesterday had not been pleasant- Dawn had shackled him out of reach of his desk and Peter had been bored after the first 5 minutes without his briefings.  The following twelve hours, broken only by Black Rod's smirking arrival with food, had not been much better.*