"Of course I'm not the first to think of it," Ed snaps, then looks down, flushing. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm a little snappy right now."

Others have thought of it. But Ed isn't necessarily looking to secure others with him. He's looking to get safe himself. Last time, it took him four years to secure his way out, scraping together savings, taking the punishments and not letting it damage his progress. He would have got out of Arkham on his own with more time, more information, he just didn't need to.

"I need to find someone willing to vouch for me. I know, it's a basic hierarchy of needs towards self fulfillment, rather than self actualisation as Maslow would have it. What's crime like here? More importantly, what's are forensics like here? Do you know what that is?"