Arthur

[There's a faint rustling of papers. ARTHUR'S ALREADY TAKING NOTES ON YOU. Like a creeper c: When he speaks, he sounds thoughtful... oh, and kind of like Rex. Minus the crazy.]

So. According to the Admiral, the passage of time moves much more slowly here than in the real world. Seconds become months, become years. Perfect for getting a job like this done without anybody knowing you're gone. However it seems here, it's quite an efficient system if you think about it.

At least, in theory. I'm sure all of you know how often the best laid plans live up to expectations.

[There's a brief pause, as he lightly taps a pencil against his notepad, then he speaks again.]

Does anybody remember how they got here? Not the events that brought you here as an Inmate or a Warden; I mean actually arriving on the ship.