Jerome was staring, tears on his face, at his own reflection in the smeared glass.

Peering through his smeared glasses, he said, Warden Dios, you suffer too much.

After a long moment he stepped away, swabbed indifferently at the smeared glass with the sleeve of his overcoat, and left the office.

Halloran stepped back to look up at the first floor windows and saw nothing through the smeared glass.

Through the smeared glass of the port-hole he saw a light begin to move.

Doc was at his side, wiping at the smeared glass.

He held an empty smeared glass in his hand.

He opened two cans, filled the smeared glass he had been holding, and reached for another like it.

She got up and waddled out of the room and come back with two thick smeared glasses.

Hashi peered at the scan projection over his smeared glasses for a moment, then turned to Warden.