The gavel hit the block and his mind went silent. Mark s soul folded up small: once, twice, and once more. Until his senses were withdrawn from the reality and the numbness in his head made a dream-time of the external world. His mother s cries echoing in the courtroom. But it couldn't be real, could it? A violent thrust and he fell into a cage. A heavy door closing behind. The sound of the starting engine. Bang The gavel against the block now was...