Every day for the past week, my teacher has given us a prompt of a sentence or two that we must incorporate into a story. We had five minutes. In several I chose to write about Neal, but in such a manner that it could be about anyone. Take it as AU, missing moments, or pre-canon. Questions? Ask. Please. I'll be happy to clarify. Also, feel free to try to figure out what the prompt for each was. I cannot claim ownership of or affiliation with White Collar.

It was cold, dark, and, unsurprisingly, lonely. It wasn't anything I was used to, not anymore anyway. I'd gotten so used to my life out in the city, roaming – relatively – free. But that had all changed.

I'd thought he had my back. Maybe, for a while, he had. But when she'd been taken… that, I think, is when things changed. Even though we got her back, safe and sound. He didn't trust me anymore. And now I couldn't trust him.

I sidled up to the bar of the cell, resting my forehead on the cool steel and remembering another conversation from a few days before I ended up here.

Sometimes I wonder if I should've run.