The prison seemed to echo with two words “Faith no!” Since Faith had reached her arm in through the bars, they had closed around her arm. With Faith petrified and her arm stuck in Willow’s cell, Willow could only think of one thing to do. Squeezing Faith’s hand, Willow felt Faith relax.

“Don’t worry Faith,” Willow said, “you’ll get yourself out of this, I know it.” Although Willow said this, in her head she was savoring what she worried would be her last moments with her best friend. “Don’t give in, stand your ground.” was the last thing Willow said to Faith as she was pulled away by the guards, the Dictator swaying by their side. As Faith watched the closest friends she had ever had watch her be pulled away with her dad leading the whole thing, she felt only one emotion. She felt helpless.