" Forget the experimental drugs killing her, boredom would get her first. Breakfast eaten – lukewarm mush again, yay – teeth brushed – with the hem of her gown because the guards feared them making a shank out of toothbrushes, whatever that meant – she’d even finished her daily walk – a dozen turns around her tiny cell. "

― Eve Langlais , Croc and the Fox (Furry United Coalition, #3)