They've begun to leave me by myself for a day or so at a time, so I explore
my prison. Actually, I only call it that because I can't get out. There
are no iron doors, no locks, no night guards who like touching up the Bone-snapper's
work after everyone's asleep, or pretending to be. They used to leave a
woman with me, a kind of nurse who fed me and massaged my leg. She didn't
seem too happy about the assignment, if I can judge from her peculiar little
face, which wore no expression I could read except extreme alertness. She
rarely turned her eyes on me, but when she did it was chilling -- interest
without feeling. I had no doubt she could have dispatched me as easily
as a cat kills a moth that wanders into the room.
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