He heard the scraping of something being put under his door, and he got up to find the little note that she slid under it. He moved the slip over to his bed and laid down again to sleep. He would have gone after her, but his door was locked, and his lockpicks were broken, and he hadn't had time to make new ones. So he slept, dreamless.
The morning came, and the sun woke him up. He got dressed once more, baggy pants and shirt, then headed out of his now unlocked cell. He went and grabbed a range, eating it in silence, before heading to the solarium. He sat down in one of the chairs, looking at the outside and feeling the sun for a while, before just closing his eyes and relaxing. The Solarium was highly restricted to non-troublesome patients and workers, since the only thing keeping them in was a sheet of glass. He was a troublesome patient, yes, but not one that tried to escape, so he was let in.