At the police station back in California, Felicia and Mary were in the backyard of the prison cell, discussing casual things before all of a sudden, Madam Laura walked over to them and dragged Felicia's hair, making her yelp in pain.
"Ahh", she cried out. The feeling of her hair being dragged out from her scalp gave her an headache.
"Where is my phone?!" Madam Laura screamed at her face, her veins popping out of her old wrinkled skin.
"What phone are you talking about? No one here has a phone, isn't that part of the rules?" Felicia questioned Madam Laura who wasn't in her happiest mood with an oblivious tone. Even though her face was etched with so much pain from her hair being pulled forcefully, she managed to give a believable expression.
