What were you talking about when the communications came to a close?" Blatfo asked."The last thing he told me was that it was impossible for me to spe...k to the shop steward," I said."Shop steward? The ship's union steward?" Yes. That's who I wanted to talk to," I said."But why?" Blatfo asked."Any union man talks to the shop steward when he has trouble with the bosses," I said."But you weren't a union man," Blatfo said."If it hadn't been so tragic for most of the people you've kidnapped I'd be. After finishing breakfast Jan went out for a walk. As she came close to Mrs Haig house, she called her over. They had a cuppa, with Mrs Haig saying “Thank you for allowing my boys to entertain you. I should tell you I let them use me, with my pleasure, when I found them playing with each other when they were 16. I did not want them to turn out that way, if you understand my meaning.”Jan smiled “Yes I understand. Have they ever had girlfriends?”Mrs Haig smiled “No, their size put a lot of girls. I really think the only reason that you called me tonight was to do what you just did. I don't think you cared at all who you were with, as long as it was a girl. I don't think I want to go out with you again."By the third period of school the following day, four of Greg's friends had come up to him and asked about the previous evening. One of his teammates, Daniel, who was probably his best friend, met him in the hallway before class."What did you do to that girl last night? It's all over. She said that people were often quite weak when leaving the room.Jason apprehensively opened the door. He felt air rushing past him, and into the room. He looked down carefully and walked onto the plank in front of him. The door slammed behind him. His ears felt as if they were blocked. He looked around. The room looked like he was in a Salvador Dali painting. Nothing seemed continuous. The planks looked distorted. The room was dim; below the planks he could see blackness. The room seemed to.