"This is pretty much what I expected," she said, still searching out my apartment. "It's pretty neat, but then, so are you." I got a smile from her. M... housekeeping passed inspection. I didn't even have time to tidy up for her."No pictures?" My walls were bare, unlike hers."No ... not yet. I'm not sure what I'd hang. I'm not into the usual landscapes or that kind of stuff. I don't get modern art ... you know ... the far-out stuff," I confessed. "I guess I'm wondering what I'd like to see. The nurse did come in and remove the catheter and urine bag. She told me I didn't need to be embarrassed that all people that are bedridden use them. I was at least happy that she was old enough to be my mother or older. I know it would have bothered me if a young nurse was working on my junk.My sister Angie and I were talking after she got out of school. She told me everyone was asking about me and how I was doing. She gave me the newspaper from the last few days and there was a picture of me. It was a basic 8’ by 8’ iron bar cage. The lock mechanism to the door was so rusty they had a chain looped around the door frame with a padlock on it. A toilet was at one side, without a seat, and a sink was mounted on the wall, with a single faucet over it. The bedframe was bolted to the floor and had steel springs with a moldy thin mattress laying on it.The only thing going through my mind was, ‘What the fuck was going on?’ Mutiny? They hang people for mutiny! Brigadier General Hawkins must. We had developed shorthand that was our own special vocabulary.Whenever there was a conference, the three of us would be driven out to the airport, get on the company jet and it would take us wherever we were going. Sometimes when the research was going well, I would almost have to be dragged aboard the aircraft. More than once, I had to ask where we were. Sometimes the first clue I would have would be that all of the people were talking in a foreign language. After a particular humiliating.