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Chapter 2
It is all done in haste. The officers frogmarch me out of the
apartment and into their car. Connor demands to know what’s
happening, shaking a finger at the officers and flailing. He backs
off like a wounded puppy when one of the officers points to
their socket, where their eyepiece flares in its dull purple glint.
He gulps down any resistance and heads back to the apartment
block door, flashing me one last look of goodbye, before he
disappears back inside.
Next thing I know, I’m in a white box: white walls, white
floor, white door and a white ceiling with bright white lights
beaming the eyes of God upon my eyes and burning my retinas.
I’m sat on a white chair, a white table in front of me. The
other apparent thing of this spotless room is how cold it is. I
understand now how Luke felt captured in the Wampa cave on
Hoth. I ball my hands into fists, burrowing them into my chest,
like a mother protecting her young.
An officer enters, takes a seat opposite me and whips out a
folder.
“Miss Ellen, I’m going to now ask you a few questions, if
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