Electricity fizzed through the solitary, naked light bulb hanging, off-centre, from the cracked ceiling. It hissed and flickered. For a brief moment the cell went dark. Charlie straightened against the hard chair, ignoring the burning pain in his back and thighs. The light flicked back on, and his hope of waking up somewhere new vanished. A long, dirty mirror built into the opposite wall echoed his troubles. He was pretty sure he was being watched. On the floor below the mirror was a large metal box. A light on the box blinked at Charlie and continued to emit an almost inaudible buzz that seemed to reverberate from the middle of his skull.
He felt as terrible as he looked, and he looked like death. His reflection was a stark reminder of yesterday, but he tried not to think about everythin
