We move on from progressive relaxation to guided imagery. I now ask them to imagine, in their mind's eye, a place. It can be any place—a forest, a desert, the ocean, a city park—any place they feel safe, any place they can "go" to escape the everyday horrors of prison life. I then try to guide them around their safe place, hoping they will formulate in their own minds a unique vision of it. At times this can seem ironic, such as when I ask them to "hear" the birds singing, when the only actual sounds are heavy tier gates crashing open and closed, or when I ask them to "feel" the grass beneath their feet, when the floor beneath them is stone or tile. Their bodies are literally trapped in cages, euphemistically called "individual treatment modules," but their minds can soar.