I looked around at my surroundings, there were only the stone walls and ceiling. The room was about 9' by 9'.Then I saw some bars covering a window, I walked over to it and looked out. It was at street level and I saw people walking around. I tried moving the bars but they wouldnt budge. I stood there, looking outside. When all of a sudden a face came in front of mine and shouted: "Hi!" I jumped back, startled, than I realized it was a boy, about nine or ten years old. "Hi!" he repeated, "my name is timmy." "Umm, hi...timmy." I said. "Whats your name!?" said timmy. "Morgan." I said. "You're in prison you know!" said timmy. "Oh, I didnt know that!" I exclamed, rolling my eyes. "You're not very smart if you don't know that you're in prison." Than he leaned close and whispered: "You're a bad guy."My eye twitched. "What are you doing here Timmy, shouldn't you be home?" "Nope, the guards pay me to drive something called insane...I haven't found it yet." My eye twitched again. "What did you do to make you get in prison? Did you kill someone? Did you steal something? Did you..." I suddenly reached out my arm to try and grab Timmy. "Don't you ever shut up!?" I yelled. "Nope." said Timmy. I tried grabbing him again, but he was too quick. I said through gritted teeth: "I hate you...." Timmy looked at me in shock, as if I had done something terrible. "Hate's a bad word!" he said. "You know once I tried to..." I could no longer hear myself think, so I curled up in a ball on the floor, wishing for death. Timmy still talking in the background.

I woke up, something was touching my neck. I swatted my neck thinking it to be a bug, but I saw the real culprit. Timmy was poking me with a long piece of wire, or something. At first I was going to yell but I thought of a plan. I quickly grabbed the wire and went over to the lock on the door. I put the looped the wire and put it in the lock, I started moving it around and than heard: "Click"