There was a riot, which wasn't that unusual. But there was a riot while Ed was feeling restless, frustrated because he was out of shampoo and had no idea when he'd next get access and, well, that was as good a reason to break out as any. Of course, there might be a secondary motivation simply because of how he'd been feeling lately - more anxious, more on edge, hating the therapy sessions with the good Doctor Crane - but he preferred not to examine that too much.

Edward strolled through Arkham, easily avoiding the actual riot. He had an escape plan, of course he did, and he was fairly convinced it'd go without a hitch. Only then he came upon Harvey's cell and he changed gears. Time to play, wasn't it? Leaning against his cell-door, he looked inside. "Hey, good-lookin'. What's cooking?"