First of all, if it were drugs or booze, I might get a chance to use all those therapy rooms I built and use those psychologists I hired, who have spent weeks just hanging around in the offices I built for them. I'm relieved-for a guy who arrived with garden shears up his butt, I expected much worse-but I can't help but be a little disappointed. Finally, I pat him down, and my guard finds some contraband: Matile has a cellphone. I search his cell first (while he's at breakfast so he's not disturbed), and I also search the workshop while he's sleeping, finding nothing. I know this is more than just a leisurely stroll. These trips take place in the middle of the night. See, he's been occasionally making trips up to the northern fence, where he mills around in the trees for a bit. While that construction is underway, the unfortunate time comes where I have to perform a search on Matile. Much as I don't want to mess up Matile's life by introducing new prisoners, I start planning a small cell block just outside Matile's hotel, capable of holding a couple dozen prisoners. It seems exhausting and pointless, especially since I've already got facilities to spare. New rooms and buildings, utilities, guard patrols, schedules and classes and staff and everything else that comes with running a real prison. I consider constructing an entirely separate prison on the other side of the road, going as far as building a massive foundation, but then the reality sets in. I can't do that simply because I don't have enough inmates. To complete this program I need to assign three inmates to work in the laundry, the kitchen, and the cleaning cupboard. The prerequisite, however, is the grant for the Prison Manufacturing Facility, which has its own prerequisite, the Prison Acclimatization and Engagement program. For example, since he's shown an aptitude for shop work, I'd like him to partake in a Carpentry Apprenticeship Program.
There's a downside to a prison with only one inmate: it prevents me from reaching a few grant milestones, which ultimately limit Matile's options for rehabilitation. Here's hoping he won't try to smuggle that table saw in his butt. Matile has one other hobby, a mildly troubling one, which I'll get to in a minute. He eventually passes the class-I'm quite proud-and from then on he spends several hours each day making licence plates and cutting logs. Soon he begins taking a workshop safety class, led by my construction foreman. In the morning he showers, puts on a clean uniform, uses the payphone to talk to his family, and begins what will be his routine for the next several days: eating meals, watching TV in his cell, talking on the phone, and occasionally visiting the yard to stare at the lake. I figure that's normal: who can sleep their first night in prison, especially having recently had a pair of hedge trimmers forcibly removed from his butt? He heads back to his cell where he spends the entire night slowly pacing around instead of sleeping. After a look around, he drifts out to the yard for a bit, then moves to the canteen for a meal (high quality, of course). Soon he's in his proper cell, where he slowly mopes around his new surroundings.
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