"Every week," he echoes. It's not enough, but it'll help and give him something to look forward to. Something to hold on to.

Mick shakes his head slowly. "No. Don't do that to her, not now. Just tell her.. tell her I'm sorry and I'll see her soon." And if she draws him pictures? He'll save each and every one of them.

"You'll be okay. You will. And I'll get out soon as I can. I swear."