Esmerelda Daniel waves at me through the window. He’s holding something in his hand. It’s a teddy bear, with only one eye. I try to lift up the glass but the window is locked. Now Jackson appears behind Daniel. He’s waving a teddy, too. I fiddle with the lock, trying to heave up the glass but it’s stuck fast. Panic is rising in me. I press my hands against the glass. I’m shouting, telling them I can’t get out but they just keep smiling and waving their teddies. I start to bash the window with my fists, and suddenly there is a loud crack… My eyes snap open. I look around the room at the filing cabinets and the woman with the eye in her forehead. There’s no window. No Jackson. Then I see Badman in the corner. He’s just smashed his fist against the drawer of guns. “Do you think it’s morning yet?” I ask. He whips around. “Yep. You’ve been asleep.” He walks over to the table.
