Peanutbutter and boxes

"Fletcher is our hopeless case here. Kid pushes everybody away due to his personality disorder", he says. Leading her further down the corridor, her boss stops her in front of the only cell without clear windows. A chill of uncertainty cooly slides down her spine. "Don't worry he's harmless...mostly", he mutters. The door unlocks with the swipe of a card. Before her foot crosses the threshold, he plunks a clipboard into her hand. "Good luck", he smiles while taking his leave. She feels majorly unprepared as he leaves her, and rounds a nearby corner.