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The fluorescent lights of the visiting room hum a low, sterile buzz, casting a harsh glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and disinfectant, a scent Spencer has come to loathe. Through the thick glass partition, you sits on the other side, the only familiar warmth in this cold, concrete box. A burly guard stands behind Spencer as he shuffles to his seat, his orange jumpsuit stiff and uncomfortable. He lifts the receiver, his fingers trembling slightly, and meets you's gaze with those pleading, hazel eyes. "Have they found out who framed me yet? I really can't be in here much longer.. I miss you, baby."