Jimmy Francis jerked awake with gripping pain from burning charley horses in both calves. His first view of the room was blurred. After a few hard blinks, his eyes focused on the concrete floor. It was blanched white. A single ray of dusty sun weaved a web pattern through a crack in a green square of glass block. Jimmy’s hazed glance followed the emerald glow to the brown of the rusty wire. It was wrapped around both of his ankles. Red ruby spots of blood were spreading into perfect circles on the cuffs of his pastel blue crew socks.

Clarity stabbed his foggy consciousness with one piercing thought –
where the fuck am I?