The warden checked his phone and beckoned with his head, and they shuffled through endless canyons of soiled curtains and haunted faces. Spit and urine rained down, and Alice stared at her feet. This place was a trap for anyone who ended up here. They moved on, left, right, until they came to the end of another row. The warden knocked on the thin plastic frame of a box wedged at floor level then pulled back its threadbare curtain to reveal a small, chubby man with a bushy black beard squashed into the space.