Charlie's starting to feel very uncomfortable with her hunger strike idea. So much so that she's actually considering not shoving her food away when the guards bring it.

But today, they're late. And part of the prison is noisier than ever. There's something in the air, some kind of tension, maybe even a warning.

Something's happening and it has Charlie's attention. She stands from her spot on the floor, making her way over to her cell door and leaning against it, trying to peer out.

"You guys hear that?" Whatever she thought she heard earlier is definitely getting louder.