I floated on a purple cloud. Strange dreams danced in my psyche. I wondered if I was dead. A bright light woke me up. I was flat on my back. I looked ...round. My mother and my sister were standing beside the bed. What were they doing here? They live in Spokane Washington, two thousand miles to the west. I heard my sister yell, ‘Doctor!’ And then the lights went out again. I was back on my cloud. I wanted desperately to stay there. It was so peaceful and quiet. Much of my life had been spent in. I didn't do anything wrong!" On the contrary Michael, you broke the rules and you have to be punished. What was that story you wrote? (Man)nequin? Well Michael the boy in that story paid didn't he? And so you shall pay similarly. After looking over your profile, yes, all our authors have profiles, we have seen that all of your stories are about one thing. Do you know what that is Michael?"I just stared at her, trying to think of a way to escape. There has to be a way out of here, I thought."All. She was fucked, in more ways than one.Soon, the men in imitation FBI outfits who were her contacts arrived, coming through the back door. Their big dark glasses and fake earpieces looked only a step above Halloween costume, but that was the point. They didn’t work for the government but it was hard to guess who else they could represent. The one in front, a black man built like a bouncer, took one look at her and scowled. He turned to the other man, a slightly smaller white version of. He was deeper than he'd ever been, when he felt what felt like steel doors closing behind him. A moment later he could also feel Malamon, snapping out he caught the doors and flung them away towards Malamon, the satisfying crunch and scream of Malamon's that came back a few minutes later, made Tom smile. Reaching the bottom of the boys mind Tom found all the bad thoughts that had been planted, destroying those he suddenly noticed the small figure that waswatching him."Are you here to hurt me.