Sometimes I wondered just how many prisoners were up at this hour, not including me. I stayed awake most of the night to finish any work I had left, as I did most nights. I also stayed awake to listen to the violent storm that shook my window and plagued our jail almost every single night for the past week. The thunder was horrible and the lightning seemed to never stop. I knew that he was doing this, unconsciously, of course. Some nights I would sneak into his room to check on him, nights when the thunder grew louder and the lightning strikes became more violent. Most of the time, he would be asleep in his chair by the window with his glasses in one hand, and his head resting in his other hand. This night he was in his bed, but he slept in his clothes, with his glasses and gloves still on. I wondered what had made him tired enough to sleep in his gloves. It was unlike him.

When the morning arrived, the rain let up. I went once again from my room to his to see if he was up yet. When I pushed the heavy open just enough to look, I noticed that the Warden was still in the same spot he had been all night, still sleeping. Only, one glove was near off and his glasses were slid down his pale nose. I tried to wake him, knowing that he would start his day off terrible if he slept past seven, that's just how he was. I called out to him and eventually tried to rustle him up from his deep sleep. He moved and made a sound, a sound as if to tell me that, yes he was awake, but not to really bother him this early. So I went to his closet and took out a clean purple clad suit and pale yellow shirt for him to put on. He was starting to become more awake and he muttered to me only one word.

"Coffee."

With this I laid the outfit on his silky purple bed sheets and I left the room to get what he wanted. I rounded the corner to the cafeteria where I met Alice, reading a newspaper and chewing on a piece of gum.

"Good morning, Alice." I greeted her and she only looked at me, grimacing. What was it about the rain that made even the Warden in such a terrible mood? Still she glared at me as I poured the coffee.

"He's actually awake at this hour?" She gave me a funny look behind her pink glasses.

"Yes, I got him up this morning. I know that if he sleeps in, he always has a bad day."

"Kissing the Warden's ass today, aren't we Jared?" Alice mocked me, and I only smirked.

"No." I looked at her as I put the lid on the coffee cup. "I'm just getting pretty sick and tired of this weather." Alice didn't understand what I meant.

I knew that the Warden had control over this place. I've noticed the weather patterns in correlation to his mood. For instance, if he's happy, the sun will shine. When he's mad, it storms. However the storms have never been this violent, I'm starting to question my theory, surely the Warden's mood couldn't be bad enough to make it storm like it does at night.

I thought this when I began walking back to his room with his coffee. The clothes I laid on his bed were gone, and so was he. I decided to search for him and took the door from his room to his office, where still, he was missing. The Warden stayed in his office most of the time so I waited, only to become very curious about a thick folder lying on his messy desk…with my name on it.