With his anger at the warden spent, Matt sat in his favorite chair, listening to the apology. He knew a lot of people would still rage rampant on her, and he inhaled before letting out a breath.

"Stacy," he said softly, "you're afraid like all of us huh? Afraid that everything'll go crazy and you'll be powerless to stop any of it. It's happened before, and it hasn't fostered trust amidst the older crew."

"So tell me; what can WE do to help you?"

And he steeped his fingers, awaiting Stacy's response on possible solutions without bringing all hell upon their heads.

Matt Olsen was going to get as many answers as possible.

He had a job to do.