I woke up alone in a prison cell, bruised and battered, with no recollection of how I got here or how long I've been here.
The cell is filthy, with a tiny slit of a window on one wall and a dusty suitcase in one corner. No toilet, no bed, no sink, nothing else but dead silence and a repugnant odor.
I shake my head to clear the cobwebs, too violently though, as I fall to my knees in pain and curse God.
What have I done to deserve this, first my wife and son leave me almost three weeks ago , my boss fired me, and now this.
I drag myself over to the slit in the wall and peer through. I recoil in horror as I see my wife and son lying naked on the floor, clearly malnourished. I call out to them.
My wife picks up her head and whispers "we're hungry, so hungry." I see that their cell is empty except for a large jug of water.
I run over to the suitcase and peer inside. I've got to do something to save them. I find a large meat cleaver, a butane torch, two plates, some utensils, and a menu.
Scratched on the inside of the case is the words "you can save them."
Curious, I open the menu.
There is no writing. Only a mirror.