[Tim dribbles, watching the ball instead of his inmate, thinking of Roy, and Ollie, and Lian.]

The city where she lived was attacked. A building collapsed, and she didn't make it out.

[He moves to the side of the basket, lining up his shot.] She was five. Maybe six. [He shoots, and it bounces off the far rim.] She deserves better. [Passing the ball back to Luther, once he grabs it.]