Charles awoke with a start, it was year 15 day 13 since he was put in here. he had counted the moments and seen the times. today was unusual, he wasnt awoken by a water cannon hose down nor some soup and porrige. he was awkon by footsteps and voices, child like voices, last he hear vioces was when the new ones came. ones who never made the first few days, many subjects forget, learn to live on. he had been here too long to live on, his cell door was open so he pushed it. stepping out into the cold corridore excited him "Come on little kidies, come out come out where ever you are"