" Huh? Why? Oh! Oh my gosh..." Yeah. Why not? We already have the skill to wake up outside the house, if we think about it before falling asleep at th... prison. Why not try to imagine we're eagles? We could fly away from here, check out the world." Gee Jim, don't birds have to learn how to fly?" Well, I suppose. But this is a dream, right? Maybe we'll just know, and if not maybe we could just practice till we get the hang of it."Cindy looked skeptical. "Oh, I don't know... We have no more real. "Yes sir," one of them said before the oldest one could tell him to shut up."Shut up yourself kid. You'd better forget about any resistance right now. I just got here yesterday but even I know I can kill you and nobody else will give a shit. If you don't want to end up dead you'd better get cooperation on your mind," I said.I made them tie the rope around themselves, looping it around their waists. It left about four feet of space between them and even if they tried to run away they'd have hell. Three guys came out, one holding a fourth by his shirt. Gasping in horror, I realized the fourth was Link.The two bystanders started to cheer on the one holding Link.He punched Link in the face, causing his nose to start dripping blood. I threw open my car door and ran towards them."STOP!" I yelled, "LEAVE HIM ALONE!"They looked at me, then ran back inside. Dropping Link onto the ground. His nose was bleeding nonstop and it was all over his shirt."Shit!" I said through tears, "Those fucking. I didn’t receive a reply for a number of minutes. Looking across I saw that she was debating with herself, but thankfully I saw her gather her bag and a few discs up and move to a fairly remote corner of the room.I joined her. We chatted briefly inconsequential stuff, where we lived, what we doing this course for etc. One from her group of friends would come over from time to time, seemingly asking or telling Maryam something in their language. The third day I asked her where she like to hang.