Welcome to Litchfield, Inmate.

The girls all stood there, watching as inmate Dayanara Diaz stood pointing a gun at C.O. Humphrey's head. In retrospect, nobody could believe the events that led up to the nearly fatal riot at Litchfield that day. A lot had changed since the prison served under new control; original C.O.'s walking out, food going from semi bad to unbearable, frisking every time an inmate walked through a hall, illegal Prison Panty Ring, but the worst thing that happened under their control was the loss of inmate Poussey Washington.

Calling her "inmate" is like calling Michael Jackson a "singer". MJ is a legend, and while that is a bit of a stretch for a woman serving six years in a federal prison for possessing marijuana, Washington was still more than an inmate. She was a friend, a girlfriend, and a best friend, no, sister.

The death of this beloved woman was presumed by her loved ones to be murder, but C.O. Bayley claims otherwise. He was trying to keep control, and inmate Warren, a.k.a. Crazy Eyes, was making that almost impossible. Just a few hours before the peaceful protest that turned violent, Warren was pinned against inmate Kukudio in a fight that had been instigated by C.O. Humphrey. Easily confused, Warren lost control of herself and Kukudio ended up being whisked to medical. When the protest began to heat up as C.O.'s began pulling inmates from their protesting stations, Warren slipped into an attack of some kind. Captain Piscatella ordered inexperienced Bayley to sustain Warren during her fit. Washington stepped in to lend her friend a hand when the guard turned on her, pinning her to the ground. Being a tiny girl, the weight of the guard's body holding her down combined with the force of his protection against Warren was enough to block her airways until she needed that air no longer.

In their time of grieving, her group of friends heard Warden Caputo tell the story to the press, revealing Bayley as a victim and sending the inmates of Litchfield Penitentiary over the edge. Now gathered in a hall with C.O.'s Humphrey and McCullough held at gunpoint, the inmates rooted in favor of Diaz taking the lives of the guards, the exact act that put them in this situation in the first place. Just as the trigger began to initiate the bullet's release, Caputo joined the crowd and halted the assassination.

"What is going on here?!" He yelled over the raucous as he pushed his way through the swarm of women. When his eyes gazed upon the inmate holding the guards captive, he was almost ready to let it happen, but for sake of his inmate, he knew he had to stop her. "Diaz, give me the gun."

"I can't, Mr. Caputo. We've been through Hell because of these pieces of shit, now they've taken one of us. They have gone too far." Her voice was shaky, but her glare was strong. "It was accident, Diaz. Bayley didn't mean any harm, he was just doing his job."

"His job? We wasn't hurtin' nobody, we was just sticking up for ourselves. What they was doing to us was inhumane, and now P is dead because of them. They deserve what's coming." inmate Jefferson, normally referred to as Taystee, spoke up on her deceased best friend's behalf. "Jefferson, I am sincerely sorry for your loss, but please think about your actions before you perform them." Caputo looked from Jefferson to Diaz as he spoke his next line, "If you do this, you'll go to MAX with extra time added to your sentence." His gazed moved to glance over each inmate, "And you all will be accomplices, which will end in the same outcome."

"What are we supposed to then, Mr. Caputo? We tired of livin' like dogs."

"Yeah. This is a prison, not the pound." Inmate Ruiz backed up Taystee's statement. "I know, and I am sorry about the way you have been treated. Some serious changes are going to be made around here, starting with a different staff. Ones that treat you like humans that need discipline, not a pack of wolves. But you've got to give me the gun. Just holding it is enough to get you sent to the SHU, or worse." Caputo gave it a minute to sink in before taking action again, "Diaz, gun." He held his hand out. "Don't give her the choice, just take it from her."

"Shut up, Humphrey. You've caused enough trouble." Caputo shushed the man being held captive. He continued to hold his hand out and hope for the correct response. After a few long moments of anticipation, the gun was rested carefully in Caputo's hand and the guards sighed in relief. "Good choice, Diaz. Now everyone return your bunks, we'll do counting in five."

"Man, that's some messed up shit. They can't just get away with murder just because we prisoners. We have rights, too, you know?"

"Jefferson, I know you're hurting, but trust me, killing them isn't the answer."

"You right, killing her murderer is."

"It's an answer, but it would be the incorrect one. Look Jefferson, I know you want to bring him down for this, but he feels just as bad as you do."

"I doubt that. P wasn't my friend, Mr. Caputo. She was my sister, we may be from different misters, but she was the closest to sister that I ever got."

"I understand, but Bayley is beating himself up over this already. He doesn't need you're assistance there. He's really sorry, and if it makes you feel any better, he has resigned." Caputo spoke softly, attempting to appeal to the inmate's softer side. "He didn't mean to. He was just following his orders, that's his job."

"I guess you right, but I..." She trailed off as she began to cry, "I'm gonna miss her." Awkwardly, Caputo attempted a hug for a comfort. The second his hand reached the girl's shoulder, the vulnerable inmate was in his arms bawling like a baby. When she finally finished and dried it up, she looked up at her secretly sensitive boss and begged for one last thing.

"Mr. Caputo, I know it's against prison policies or whatever, but considering the situation...can we have a funeral for her?"