"hey hey hey, Taina, don't be charming my cell room mate like he's mine biatchhhhh" Daniel says jokingly.

"Ummm.....sweetheart" he giggles "Don't come for me, just letting you know" He clicks his tongue hard as he gets off his seat.

Daniel smiles as he closes his eyes and lifts his chin. "Keep it cute, and we good" he winks back.

Erich crawls into bed.he looks above and under the bed,he felt that ghosts were going to be the molesty type. He knew he should have crafted some tin foil underpants. "We need some conjugal visits up in here." He says before pulling up the blanket

Erich awoke with a start.it was genius,so why hadn't he thought of it before? This extended sobriety was starting to affect him. He knew he should have keistered a bag of weed,but was too chicken. He hops up,clears his throat and starts singing " jailhouse rock",at atrocious volume. He dances out of his cell and does the Elvis dance on top of a rusty mess hall table.

After her show, she heads to the cafeteria, hoping bread and butter wasn't on the menu.

"'Morning hess!" She smiles at him. "What's shaking besides your ass?" She laughs.

Destinee wakes up and goes into the showers, doing the same procedure she had before of holding up the blanket to block anybody from seeing her. After she's done, she puts back on her jumpsuit and heads into the cafeteria. She had memorized the way there, much like the rest of the people had by now, and could make it there easily without somebody else with her. She sees Tatiana and Erich, but continues towards them, giving a little smile, remembering what Florian had said before. "Good morning," she calls to them with a little wave.

Destinee was confused by what Erich was implying, but nodded anyway, as if she completely understood. She grabs bread and water, which although wasn't very nutritious, was enough for her to feel like she ate something today. She sits down at one of the table and smiles. "So is everybody prepared to perform today?" she asks.

Destinee giggles a little when Erich mentions the acoustics of the bathroom. "That's exactly what I was thinking as well. I wish I could have moved the piano into the shower room before the performance so I could see how it sounded in there... probably very... ghostly, wouldn't you say?" She takes another bite of her bread and grins, shaking her head. "Non, no solo project. But thank you for the... enthusiasm." She smiles.