A number of inmates, as tough as they acted during the day… would often cry themselves to sleep at night. There were other cries too. These differed from those filled with fear and loneliness. They were low and muffled… the sounds of pained anguish. Those cries can change the course of a life. They are cries that, once heard, can never be erased from memory. On this one night, those cries belonged to my dear friend John.. when Ralph Ferguson paid him a visit.