The afternoon ended with an abrupt knock on my office door. I came to awareness of time and space. A quick glance out of the window revealed a black sky and fully risen moon. How long? At least four hours by the height of the moon! Way too long to be inside a closed space with a male inmate. An immediate, “come in”, came from my mouth although I struggled to remain in the present. It was the Driver, notifying me of a run to pick up inmates from work. He glanced suspiciously around the room. I sat; legs crossed, in my chair underneath the window. He sat with his hands in his lap on the other side of the desk; the protective barrier between us, head bowed in submission. The Driver’s eyes and faced relaxed. All was as it should have been from the perspective of the system that ruled us both.