"Enos, Enos, I missed you so much, where have you been, and what have you been doing?" The new guard was his twin brother who had moved away at the age of 16. All Amos wanted to do was run to his brother and throw his giant arms around him, but a guard hit him, and Amos heard a muffled voice tell him," Why don't you shut up, you bastard. You think you can kill a guy then go socializing."

The two guards handed Amos over to Enos, and they started to walk down the narrow, long, dim, cold hallway with another door at the end, just like the other ones. Amos, still a little unstable from the blow, looked up at Enos and said with a slurred voice, "Why did you leave home? Mom and I were so upset. Mom cried herself to sleep every night for a week because she feared for your safety." Tears started to come to Amos' eyes when he mentioned his mother and all of the suffering she went through before she died of a broken heart. Enos looked straight at Amos but never said a word. Everything he wanted to stay was in his brown eyes. The once strong face turned into a sorrowful one.

As the two brothers walked on to the cell, that was going to become very common for Amos. They never said another word or even looked at each other. They both were deep in thoughts. Amos' mind was racing a mile a minute about what was going to happen to him and what people would think and go through who knew him. Enos, on the other hand, was thinking about his mother whom he left behind. He remembered that when he left, they were in their hardest time yet. Their mother was working at two jobs, and the boys would go to school, then come home to work, just to survive. Then Enos saw a picture of his mother; she was an older looking woman with working hands, small in stature, along with dark hair that hung straight down, and her eyes showed all the pain she had been through.

The two realized where they were when the oldest guard of the prison opened the door to Amos' new home. Amos walked over to the entrance discreetly and looked around the cell. The cement walls were very plain; the floor was covered in gravel and mud; there was a toilet in one of the corners with a sink by it, and they both had rust stains. The bunk bed that was hanging off the wall by two rusty old chains had a matrices which was very thin and gross; it had blood on it and stains from where people had puked, and the room smelled of this awful odor. It made Amos gag as the guard behind him pushed him in. He stumbled forward and almost fell over. The minute he turned around, a blanket and a bright orange penitentiary outfit was thrown at him. He gathered them up off the floor and brushed them off the best he could. He started to takeoff his old clothes and put on the outfit, when a guard walked up to the door.