This is strictly a what-if proposition:      
What if I were to trade my manumission for your incarceration. If only
for a day. At the end of which the shoes must be left at the main gate to
be filled by their original occupants. There is no point and we will not
shrink from it. There is only this day to reinvent everything and lose it all
over again. Nothing will be settled or made easy.

          P.S. Difference Between Natural and Virtual Lifer:
I can’t do ninety-nine years even on the installment plan. —
          The Last heel Stringer d. 1999, aged 71
          Natural Lifer                                                            Don’t even ask