[Cato hesitates and rises to his feet. The camera comes with him-staring down at the pristine white carpet. He's tracking mud, dirt, leaves. EVERYWHERE.

Also something that looks suspiciously like blood. It's not his. All the same.]

...[Insert room number here. Level Five.] Outside there's a dim view of the hallway and Cato for his part...is very confused.

Pre-collapse Jail..

[and he's back in his room] You coming to sell me for favors? or put me in a hole?