Who: Emily Prentiss and Neil McCormick, and probably some nasty ghosts.
What: CAN OUR INTREPID RENT BOY HERO SAVE HIS FED WARDEN FROM TORTURE BY GHOSTS? WILL THEY ESCAPE THE HAUNTED HOUSE WITH THEIR LIVES? STAY TUNED.
Where: In the basement, uhhh North Wing, then outta there.
When: Last day of port.
Warnings: Okay, so there's probably going to be some mention of violence, trauma, that kind of stuff, and normally I wouldn't bother with a warning, buuut. There'll be mention of child abuse. IDK how explicit? But still. Yeah. :C

Emily Prentiss had seen a lot in her time as a federal agent, and still more on the Barge. But it didn't entirely prepare her for five days of intensive mental - and sometimes physical - torture, with goddamn ghosts doing the torturing. The cell was small, cramped and dark; barely-lit at times, pitch-black at others. The basement was freezing, a fact not helped by soaking wet clothes that just would not dry. She lasted better than some of the other wardens she could hear over the shoddy lines of communication and in the cells in her wing. But the ghostly doctors were persistant.

And when the ghosts weren't trying to convince her she was crazy, the sobs and screams from the journal made her wonder if that would have been preferable. There was nothing she could do for them, that was the real problem. She could talk all she wanted, but there came a point when talking wouldn't help. And it wasn't like she didn't have her own problems to deal with. Slowly, her resolve had been wearing thin. Exhausted, weak, feeling sick and horrified, her good compartmentalisation skills had begun to break down.

Right now, Prentiss was sitting in the corner of her cell, curled up. Her legs bent to her chest, she was pressing her tightly-closed eyes against the tops of her knees. Tears soaked into her already-damp jeans. Her hands were wrapped around her shins in case she needed to fight in a hurry, though she would have infinitely preferred to cover her ears. She wasn't that far gone. Not yet.