Not quite thrown from one to the other, I had about two years of freedom in-between.

For all the good that did me.

[ Giles laughs bitterly, and stirs his drink. Watches the combination of ice and alcohol swirl and clink against the glass with far away eyes ]

The first was... Well it certainly wasn't a cruise ship. It was a static place, a mockery of a- [ he stops, frowns, starts again ] of a great house. With lords and ladies above stairs and servants below. And woebetide any who dared step out of their place.