It couldn't be him. The Johnny she knew..he wouldn't have answered like that: he would've greeted her by name, not questioned if he could help her-unless it was a chance to show off.

Sonya actually felt the color drain from her face-or maybe that was her her heart going to her stomach. "You..you don't know me?"

She forced herself to breath, to shove back the emotions that threatened to come out. Two months..two months in this place and the chance of a familiar face was less as a friend and more a mockery.