ONE Grey light filtered through the barred window, creating faint lines in the dusty air above her head. The little clouds made by her less than steady breathing eddied around her mouth as she sat on the cold stone floor. She gazed out through the iron lattice, to the courtyard which formed the nucleus of the prison complex. A pre-dawn glow lit the stones, and lent a slight colour to the bonsai firs which stood clustered...