The first night at the infirmary, Papillon was sleeping with the rest of the prisoners. Then he woke up, and saw one of the ponies working at the infirmary named Andre Maturette awake in his bed.

Prisoner 1: *Opens door*
Andre: *Staring at prisoner*
Prisoner 2: *Looks at flowers in vase, and takes one out*
Prisoner 1: *Takes flower, and shows it to Andre*
Andre: *Moves back an inch*
Prisoner 1: *Puts flower in Andre's mouth*
Prisoner 2: *Looks around room*
Papillon: *Turns his face away so that the prisoners won't know that he's awake*
Prisoner 2: *Looks back at Andre*
Papillon: *Slowly turns his head around to look at Andre*
Prisoner 1: *Slaps Andre, and drags him out of the room*
Prisoner 2: *Follows prisoner, and Andre*

Next morning, Louis came to visit.

Papillon: *Eating chicken soup*
Louis: *Sees Papillon* Hello.
Papillon: Hi Louie.
Louis: The warden made me one of the guards. Though I don't have a gun, or any kind of weapon.
Papillon: Perhaps he doesn't trust you.
Louis: Why would he make me a guard then?
Papillon: Too many of the real guards must have gotten killed or something.
Louis: *Looks at soup* Say, that looks like real chicken in there.
Papillon: It is. You want some?
Louis: Are you kidding? I want to get my own. The food they serve in the prison is most likely made out of garbage. It tastes like it too.
Papillon: Hey listen, I need to tell you something.
Louis: What is it?
Papillon: Andrew asked me if I was going to make another escape yesterday.
Louis: What did you tell him?
Papillon: I'd let him know as soon as I told you about it.
Louis: What are you saying?
Papillon: You're coming with me.
Louis: Oh, are you sure you really want me?
Papillon: Yeah. What's the matter Louie?
Louis: My lawyer, and attorney called me, and said my wife was making an attempt to bail me out. There's also a possibility that I can get my lawyer to help you out with the murder of that pimp you never made. You wouldn't be framed anymore, we could get out of here with no trouble.
Papillon: Sorry Louie. That'll take too long. It's now, or never.
Louis: Then, I'll go.
Papillon: *Smiles*
Louis: I have to go now. *Walks away*

It was now time for Papillon, and the other patients to be shaved. All of the facial hair on their faces would be removed. Andre was the barber.

Papillon: *Sits down*
Andre: *Placing shaving cream on Papillon's face* And how are you Mr...?
Papillon: Just call me Papillon.
Andre: *Sees the butterfly tattoo* That's cool.
Papillon: It took a long time for me to do.
Andre: It really is cool.
Papillon: Mind if I ask you a question?
Andre: *Starts shaving Papillon's face with a knife* Ask me anything.
Papillon: What was going on last night?
Andre: What are you talking about?
Papillon: I couldn't help, but notice two prisoners with you. One slapped your face while another one put a flower in your mouth. Is that something that always happens between you, and those prisoners?
Andre: *Puts knife at Papillon's neck* You think I'm gay, don't you?
Papillon: Take it easy.
Andre: Well you're wrong. *Takes knife off Papillon's neck* Next!

Papillon was surprised about what Andre did. After all, he did say ask anything.

2 B Continued