Just going back to the prison, even if it wasn’t Coco Town, brought back memories to Jali. Memories that he wished he’d never had. The artificial smell of the air that so seldom left the building, the measured tread of metal-toed boots coupled with the shock of the stun baton against the guard’s thigh, and the sound of the security grid coming on. Jali shivered, he still hadn't forgotten his first night. She glared at Antiene as they both sat down opposite her. “I always knew he preferred blondes,” she said bitterly, “glad to see some things haven’t changed.” “Tira,” Jali warned.