You try to sit up by putting your hands on the floor to help you keep your balance, but you can’t move them. You look down and you see that you’re wearing a canvas jacket, but worse, the arms are buckled together behind you. You panic. Your heart begins to race. This makes your head hurt even worse. Your head begins to throb, then pound.

You begin to struggle to free yourself from the straight jacket, but to no avail. After what seems like an eternity of struggle, you begin to tire. Your shoulders hurt from the thrashing. You realize you still haven’t made any advancement towards being free. You’re still lying on the floor. You lie there, thinking. You don’t know what you’re thinking because your mind is still racing. Your thoughts are going through your head too fast to really contemplate any of them. You can’t focus your mind on anything…

Until… No! it’s not fair. The inside of your ear begins to tingle. Okay, you think, if I don’t think about it, it will quit. But there’s nothing to think about. You remember what happened last time you started. Well, you see where you ended up.

But what does it matter? You’re already here. Could they put you in a worse place? (If you could only scratch your ear.) No, probably not. There couldn’t be a worse place than this.

You notice the walls start to close in on you . The room slowly becomes smaller. Smaller still. Your ear is unforgettable. The more you try to focus on something else, the more your subconscious mind keeps going back to it. It’s just a subtle reminder that you’re locked up, tied up and… being watched?