It was a tale of sorrow and hard labour for the reformers.

It was late at night, and the siren had stopped, just as it was getting on everyone's nerves.
The water running freely through the floor had made it impossible to sit on the floor and enjoy the usual games that they played.

Rats were squeaking and running, escaping from the flood that threaten their comfortable and dark recesses of the walls they were in.

The prisoners had retreated to their beds from the floors, and stopped the activities they were engaged in on the floor, and continued them from the bed, if possible.

Presently, the torrential rain became a slight drizzle, and a loud ring was heard.  As if there was a camera bringing this scene to you, it moved quickly through the corridor into a room marked with the sign "Warden", and the person in the chair quickly woke up from his stupor, and took the phone off its hook, and the ringing sound stopped.  The warden spoke, but you could vaguely hear the words he utter, as a short while later, he hung up the phone, clearly unhappy with whatever he was communicated with.

He then pressed a button on his table, and as if the camera zoomed onto the button, you could see that he had pressed a button marked "ADs", which was short for Assistant Directors, clearly an upgrade from the prison supervisor buttons he had seen in past prisons.

Soon, a team of ADs appeared in his office, some male, some female. After a short moment, the team of ADs quickly scrambled out of his office, and ran to the respective zones of the prison they were responsible for, went to the control room, and pressed several buttons, switching on the loud speakers present in many areas of the prison zones they were responsible for. In each zone, the message was the same. The prisoners would be let out of their cells shortly, to perform a task that would be back-breaking.

A while later, the prisoners were seen huddled on many non-descript vehicles, 8 to 10 of them sitting on the back of what one would term a lorry.

The camera zoomed out slowly into the sky, and from the vantage of the camera-drone, you could see that on various parts of the city-state island-country, prisoners were dropped into various areas, removing and clearing cordons, signs and poles, in preparation for  a stage of life, It was back-breaking work, as they worked several hours into the wee hours of the morning.

The work they do is most important, as to most people, it is commonly known as Phase 2.

A new day of a new era had begun!