'Why am I here? Have I done wrong? No… no I have done nothing. The walls… stone? There are no stone walls in my house. Bars? No. There cannot be bars.'
Kristoph Gavin awoke panting and sweat soaked. His chest ached and his stomach churned and all because of a dream he could barely remember. He counted slowly to thirty and set his eye pillow aside on the bedside table.
He looked at the clock and sighed. At four thirty in the morning he knew he would have plenty of time to prepare for his new defence lawyer's first case.