The federal marshal stared at the woman. In all his thirty-three years on the job, this was one of the strangest and out of the blue announcements. He was resting at the desk with one grasped on his sprite lowering the remote as the other men cheered at the tv screen when a running figure made it in front of a fork shaped object. It had been less than a week since the man's return and people were already being irritated with him. It made the federal marshal wonder briefly how and why the man became a colonel in the military. Surely, someone that irritating couldn't have possibly climbed so far---and when the federal marshal heard of the achievements that he gained, it was a even more complexing question.

"What do you mean they don't want to share a holding cell with Doctor Smith?" The federal marshal asked.

"They don't want to," came the shrug.

"Not even be in his orbit?" The federal marshal asked.

"That too," came the nod.

"What did he tell them this time?" the federal marshal asked. "That he blinked his android clone out of existence?"

"The truth," the federal marshal turned from the screen. "If he doesn't get out of there in the next five minutes, I am afraid your prisoner is going to be dead in the next four hours."

"Geeze, getting his own holding cell," the federal marshal said. "That is just royalty."

The federal marshal made his way to the holding cell taking the cuffs along. They were turned away from Smith leaving a perfect circle engaged in light chit chat that was soft and low. He was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and hands were placed on his cheeks and elbows on his knees. He turned his gaze up toward the marshal then propped himself up to his feet as the jail door squeaked open. He was cuffed and taken out of the cell with a very slow walk. The camera watched the two go down the corridor to a lone single cell that was small and thin for one person only. He was uncuffed then shoved into the cell and the door was closed behind him as he rubbed his shoulder with downcasted eyes. He came over to the bed and turned around where he faced the bars and took a long, sad sigh.