Now, in the afternoon, he is alone with Reina, the silence broken only by the barking of a dog. Nobody, says Andry, told them why they were there. At some point, Andry grabs a pen and draws a sketch. At some point, one of the prisoners began fashioning dice out of the dough of the tortillas. Those were the sentences they tied into the bars when a few members of Congress from Washington visited Module 8.