Burn Notice2007

Fiona Glenanne:
[narrating a letter she is writing to Michael] Dear Michael, I don't know if this letter will reach you, but the thought that it might is a small comfort in this place - where even the smallest comfort is something. It seems likely it will be my home from now on, until I'm officially tried. They're holding me at Allarod Federal Penitentiary... a maximum security facility for, as they like to say, the worst of the worst. My trial is still some months away, but my lawyer tells me that my confession makes a legal defense... a challenge. I told her not to waste her time. The worst part, really, is what they make you give up in here. It's not just your freedom. They take your dignity, your hope. So you give up and do as you're told. And you know how good I am at doing what I'm told. For the most part, I'm just another prisoner. I don't expect to make many friends here, but, then, I've never made friends easily anyway. At least I have a little privacy. When I'm not in the yard, at meals, or on work duty, I'm housed in a unit for violent offenders - alone. It reminds me of the first time that I lost you in Ireland. I'd see you in my dreams when I'd wake up... and you were still gone. The dreams hurt, but they were all that kept me going. They did then, and they do now. Love, Fi.