Ten more months passed, and Papillon barely had any energy.
Guard: *Opens door*
Warden: Your two years of solitary confinement are over.
Papillon: *Slowly walks out of cell*
When he got out of the cell, Papillon blacked out, and fell on the floor.
Warden: Get the doctor.
After the doctor got Papillon, he was taking him to the infirmary, but Papillon wanted to stop, and talk to one of his friends.
Louis: *Sitting at stand listening to the warden talk to other prisoners*
Warden: Welcome to the French Guiana region. You will be here until your debt to France is fulfilled. First attempt of escape will have you sent to two years of solitary confinement. Second attempt, add five more. Of course, more serious charges will cost you dearly.
Papillon: *Stops in front of Louis* Hey Louie.
Louis: Hey. It's great to see you again.
Papillon: Two years in there, but it felt like ten. *Listens to the warden*
Warden: Make the best of what we offer you, and you will suffer less then you deserve.
Guard 33: *Plays drums*
Papillon: I was making the best of what they offered, and they punished me.
Louis: Listen, Andrew told me about you not telling the warden about those coconuts. Thanks.
Papillon: No problem, just keep your voice down. Otherwise they'll hear us.
Doctor: *Arrives* Alright Mr. Charrière, it's time to continue going to the infirmary.
Papillon: Right behind you doc.
The infirmary, unlike the rest of the prison, was a beautiful place. The garden had lots of colorful flowers, and the infirmary itself was painted white.
Papillon: *Laying down in bed*
Andrew: *Looks at Papillon who is to his right* Hey. Remember me?
Papillon: Andrew?
Andrew: Yeah, it's me.
Papillon: What happened to you?
Andrew: I put some squashed fruit on my eyelids, and they think I have some kind of disease.
Papillon: The guards here really are idiots.
Andrew: This place is nice. They say I have to stay here for a long time.
Papillon: I gotta stay here for only three days.
Andrew: Hey listen. Not to change the subject, but when are you planning your next escape?
Papillon: *Thinks* Soon. Let me talk to Louis about it.
2 B Continued
Guard: *Opens door*
Warden: Your two years of solitary confinement are over.
Papillon: *Slowly walks out of cell*
When he got out of the cell, Papillon blacked out, and fell on the floor.
Warden: Get the doctor.
After the doctor got Papillon, he was taking him to the infirmary, but Papillon wanted to stop, and talk to one of his friends.
Louis: *Sitting at stand listening to the warden talk to other prisoners*
Warden: Welcome to the French Guiana region. You will be here until your debt to France is fulfilled. First attempt of escape will have you sent to two years of solitary confinement. Second attempt, add five more. Of course, more serious charges will cost you dearly.
Papillon: *Stops in front of Louis* Hey Louie.
Louis: Hey. It's great to see you again.
Papillon: Two years in there, but it felt like ten. *Listens to the warden*
Warden: Make the best of what we offer you, and you will suffer less then you deserve.
Guard 33: *Plays drums*
Papillon: I was making the best of what they offered, and they punished me.
Louis: Listen, Andrew told me about you not telling the warden about those coconuts. Thanks.
Papillon: No problem, just keep your voice down. Otherwise they'll hear us.
Doctor: *Arrives* Alright Mr. Charrière, it's time to continue going to the infirmary.
Papillon: Right behind you doc.
The infirmary, unlike the rest of the prison, was a beautiful place. The garden had lots of colorful flowers, and the infirmary itself was painted white.
Papillon: *Laying down in bed*
Andrew: *Looks at Papillon who is to his right* Hey. Remember me?
Papillon: Andrew?
Andrew: Yeah, it's me.
Papillon: What happened to you?
Andrew: I put some squashed fruit on my eyelids, and they think I have some kind of disease.
Papillon: The guards here really are idiots.
Andrew: This place is nice. They say I have to stay here for a long time.
Papillon: I gotta stay here for only three days.
Andrew: Hey listen. Not to change the subject, but when are you planning your next escape?
Papillon: *Thinks* Soon. Let me talk to Louis about it.
2 B Continued
