17th October, 8am. Prison cell.

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*Peter scowls as two DEFRA lackeys remove his bed and replace it with a hospital gurney, stomach still aching from the purging potion he'd been advised to take the night before (the DEFRA official's comment of 'You'll regret not taking it once you're strapped in." had not made the potion any more palatable, nor its effects less unpleasant).  His scowl only deepens as he notices the straps- heavy and made of the same stuff as the collar, that hang from various points of the thick iron frame and a board on one side that looks like it functions as a very spartan arm rest.  He's been given some loose cotton clothing to wear- his own possessions have been tidied out the door along with the bed.  Peter did protest the books but was brusquely informed that he'd not be in any state to read them.  The only thing left, apart from a cleared desk is the TV.

A side glance out the door shows two IV stands, several boxes containing tubing, needles bags both empty and full of various fluids, a neat stack of blankets and one very nervous nurse in the corridor outside his cell.  The nurse seems to be sticking some sort of clipboard to his door and trying to explain something to Lindsay, who just looks baffled.  Meanwhile, all the carpet in the room except for a small strip under the desk has been cut and rolled away.  The stone below has been sterilised and bolts put in to hold the gurney in place.  Peter supposes that stone is easier to wipe clean of any fluids than carpet and the thought makes him feel slightly sick.*

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8.20 am

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*John arrives and, after waving a "good morning" to Peter, begins to engage the nurse in conversation. He explains that he is the one in charge of Peter's case, not Lindsay and, one apology later, he has all the information he needs. John signs the relevant paperwork and then leads the nurse into Peter's cell.*

8.30 pm

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*It's evening when Peter finally comes round.*

*By then, the nurse and guards had gone. John couldn't apologize enough to them, but only the nurse had passed comment. "It's very rare to see an owner behave like that around their werewolf" was the remark and despite years of political training, John hadn't been able to work out what judgement had been reached. He mentally noted the probability of another inspection.*

*When Peter does finally come round, John is sitting in the chair by Peter's bed, working. A newspaper lay beside him, turned to the crossword page.*

*He doesn't notice Peter wake up.*

17th October, 9 pm

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*When Dawn shows up for her shift at the Department of Werewolfness, Nigel is an interesting shade of green. This is not particularly reassuring.*

Thanks, Nigel. Go get yourself a drink.

*As Nigel departs (rather hurriedly), she deposits her constituency letters and speaker's office paperwork on the desk, and toes off her shoes.*

You alive in there?