- What's the code? - she screamed at me through the surgical mask.
- What code? There is no code! - I screamed back, terrified, but then I remembered. A sequence of names and numbers.
I looked around, and saw the Handlers. Five of them stood in a small group by the door. Another three paced around waiting for the answer. The one, leaning over me grabbed my face. I could feel her fingers pinching my skin.
- Tell me the code! - she screamed again.
- I can't! I don't know the exact sequence. I don't know the rythym. All I have is words.
- Liar! - she screamed and tore the mask off. Her face disappeared giving way to the smiling man with the loud teeth.
- No, please! I don't know the code!
- Look at me – he demanded. His voice was so calm, almost sweet. - Look at me! Remember! Remember
