The warden wants to talk to you

You play it cool for the next several hours. You go through your normal routine of checking on the other prisoners and all that other tedium, and handle the ubiquitous paperwork. All that's left is to be relieved by the evening guard, Jason, and then you can go home for the day. Although what you'd really like to do is stay here and spend it with Doe.

When Jason does show up though, Warden Allen is with him. The warden is short and stocky, with a crew cut and mustache, looking just like what you would expect a prison warden to look like out of some bad prison movie. That he would come out here is a little bit unusual, and given what has been going on in Doe's cell, and what you smuggled into the jail today in your thermos, you're more than a little frantic, but you do your best to conceal it.

"Good afternoon, Warden," you say, as calmly as you can.

The warden always looks somewhat agitated, perpetually looking somewhere between extremely constipated and in the midst of a heart attack. Today is no exception.

"John," he starts slowly. "I need you to come to my office. We need to talk about Doe."

Your heart leaps into your throat. But you have ****.

"Sure, Warden." You feel your pulse racing, but you still **** yourself through the motions of handing the station over to Jason, before following the warden back to his office.

You've led many a prisoner through the jail. You wonder if this is how they feel, as they are led to their cell. You want to run, but you know that will be futile. So instead you just follow the warden into his office.

The warden shuts the door behind you as you enter, then motions you to one of the chairs in front of his large oaken desk. You sit in it mechanically as the warden walks around the desk. He pulls back his own chair loudly, then plops his bulk down into it.

The warden puts his forearms down on the desk and leans down on them, and forward, looking at you directly. "John, you know why you're here today?" he asks ominously.