Nothing is ever without consequences. He was exiting the dungeon when he realized that he was being observed by the guards. Had they deliberately let him think that he was alone or was this just a coincidence? Now he really had something to worry about after the Directeur’s veiled threats about any transgressions of the rules.

He had so far refused to answer his questions but time was running out. He suspected that torture was not out of the question and had heard the whine of a magneto being tested and had seen lights dimming, drained of electricity.

The other inmates shunned him, concerned that his presence would involve them by association. Somehow things were being drawn to a conclusion or perhaps a turning point. He was trapped on a crumbling island in a sea of sand.

Something else was intruding on his thoughts. Ever since the incidence with the young woman and the birds, a feeling of déjà vu had been growing in his mind. Had he dreamt this before, or was he trapped in a terrible loop, destined to endure endless repetitions? It was impossible to believe that fate would replay his life story. Surely once was enough.