Colonel Wilhelm Klink walked into the cell with trepidation. He ran a prison himself, but something about a Gestapo prison gave him the chills.
How did Colonel Hogan end up here? How could he get captured by the Gestapo? How did he end up outside of the camp? Colonel Klink felt a tinge of guilt. Perhaps this was partially his fault. After all it was his job to keep Hogan inside the camp…
Colonel Klink gasped when he saw Hogan. The American was thin and pale; he was sitting in the corner with his head leaning against the wall to prop himself up. Klink also noticed several large bruises.
"Colonel Hogan," Klink said softly.
Hogan stirred and turned towards Colonel Klink. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on Klink.
"Colonel Hogan, I'm here to make sure you are being treated according to Geneva Convention."
Hogan sensed the sarcasm in Klink's voice. He knew that was a farce. "As you can see," Hogan said slowly and weakly, "I'm being treated in the same fair and humane manner as all Gestapo prisoners."
"Is there nothing that can squelch your American humor?" Klink muttered.
Hogan would have laughed if it didn't hurt so much. "How are my men?" He asked.
"They're trying to take their minds of the fact that you are here. They're staging a play tomorrow night."
"Really?" Hogan squinted in the dim light of his cell, trying to study Klink's expression. Was he speaking in code?
"Really. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."
Hogan laughed slightly. "Who's playing Snow White?"
"Corporal Newkirk, I believe."
"Well tell them to save me a seat. I wouldn't want to miss that."
"I will." Klink replied.
He had been speaking in code. "Thank you Colonel," Hogan said softly.
"You're welcome, Colonel." Klink replied. "I must return to camp now. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nothing at all." Hogan answered. He saluted, or at least did the best job he could of saluting in his weakened state.
Colonel Klink returned the salute and exited the cell, wondering what exactly he had just communicated to Colonel Hogan.