One solitary figure sat at a table in the far corner of the commissary. Squinting slightly, Daniel recognized Jack, eating a bowl of cereal, evidently lost in thought. He didn’t look up until Daniel was almost on top of him.

“Morning”. Jack smiled brightly.

“Jack, don’t you ever get tired of Froot Loops? Daniel looked perplexed.

“I like them. It makes breakfast a no brainer. Besides, if you look closely these are not Froot Loops. They’re Trix. You know, the ‘silly wabbit Trixs are for kids’ commercials.”

“You aren’t a kid, Jack”

“Age is just a number, Daniel.”

~fin