When Bob woke up he knew what had happened, but he didn't want to look at the security cameras. He stumbled out of bed and walked over to his cupboard. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and sat back don on his bed. His apartment was simple. He had four rooms, just like the rest in the building. He had a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a living room. His bedroom had enough room for a double bed, a wardrobe, and a chest of drawers and of course his door. The bathroom had the basics, which included a shower/bath. The kitchen had a cooker, microwave, sink and three cupboards. And his living room had a sofa, a hi-fi system, and a few bookshelves that was quite scarce of books. He ate toast and a cup of coffee and wandered outside his apartment. He looked down the hall, both ways. Everything was the same here. The doors were the same except for numbers. The apartments were the same, except for a very few homey touches. After his breakfast he left his apartment and went down to the gym at the end of the hall. Most of the people he past were sobbing, and he could hear more cries from each room as he past them, too. The gym was empty as the word had spread around and most people had felt the tremors throughout the night. Bob looked around. Nothing had been used since people started to come here. But today, someone was actually run around the track. A young woman of about twenty was panting heavily and her face was red as she passed Bob. Bob was about to say hi, but she ran passed him without a second look. He watched her run around the track a few times almost lost in her rhythmic motion. She was beautiful, thought Bob. Long dark brown hair flowed from her pony tail half way down her back. Her brown eyes stared in front of her and her perfect skin rippled with the force of gravity. Bob found himself looking at her chest as she passed. She caught his eye and he quickly blushed and headed for the locker room. She had smiled. So did Bob. Bob quickly changed but was hesitant about going back outside. He had butterflies in his stomach. Who was she? Focus, he thought. He left the locker room only to find that the gym was empty. The air was chilly as if no one had been in here all day. He sighed before he started to run around the track. His concentration lapsed now that a beautiful young woman was on his mind. He ran for a while before stretching and trying out the apparatus. Later that day at five, the whole floor gathered in the mess hall. It was one of the few rules which were issued as a means of communication and discussion. Each floor had its own mss hall and each day at five, dinner was served. At this time only the cooks worked. Everyone stopped working at quarter to five, but a few chose to do a few extra hours at six. Dinner tonight was rice. It was a staple diet and people were encouraged to eat whatever was staple. And, as usual, the rice as accompanied by a thick broth and bread. Bob took his tray and sat close to the back corner. It was a large room and it took him a while to find his way through the crowd to his seat. Opposite to where he sat was the man opposite from where he lived. His name was Michael. He was quite a short man of Italian ancestry. He always thought of himself as Michael Corleone, but he was never that clever. He even looked like a young Al Pacino, too. He had already been dubbed Don Chimanti, which he didn't really discourage. But, he had had a few suspicious looks from the security whenever they over heard. The weird thing was that Michael could get a hold of a lot of information. He had only being living in his apartment for a few months, but he was already a respected man. And it's always having that kind of man on your side.
'Who is she?' Michael asked as soon as he saw Bob.
'Is it that obvious?' Bob quickly tucked in to his rice and broth.
'Go on then,' Michael said not taking his eyes off Bob.
'Huh?'
'Just ask.'
'Long, dark brown hair. Big brown eyes. Beautiful face. Nice, ahem. Long legs and a flat stomach.'
'Still the gentleman.' Michael laughed. 'I thought someone as attractive as that would have been brought to my attention, but she must have been hiding somewhere.'
'How long?' You never had to say too much for Michael to understand the implications. Come to think of it, he was a very intelligent man.
'For you, I'll have her in a few hours if she is from this floor.'
'I thought that you had to have permission to walk between floors,' Bob said.
'Normally you do.' Michael continued to eat his food as a member of the Inner Circle went past.
'You've found a way?' Bob asked when the man had past.
'I'll talk to you later.' And with that Bob was on his own again.

The man who had past them when they were talking was Councillor Watson. He was a much respected man, but not entirely trusted. In his short service, he had already exposed a few 'unruly vagabonds.' He was a pompous git, to put it in his language. He was very upper class and thinks himself as some sort of God among men. He was a small weasel like man. He had balding black hair and a silly looking moustache that was very wispy. He was short, but tried to look don on everyone, sometimes literally. Now that was a funny sight. He was going to have himself an accident very soon. They didn't call Michael the Don for no reason. Would you call an ordinary Italian a Godfather?

Don Michael Chimanti arrived at Bob's room sometime after twelve and was looking quite anxious. As Bob opened the door, he hurried himself in. Bob looked up and down the corridor, but couldn't see anyone.
'Big Brother may be on our case,' Michael said darting his eyes around the room. Michael quickly checked the room frantically before Bob caught a hold of his arm.
'What's going on?'
'This isn't the utopia it's made out to be. Big Brother is watching.'
What the hell are you on about?' Bob asked, feeling very confused. Michael gave Bob a package and headed for the door.
'Another package?' Michael stopped at the door, but didn't turn around.
'It was you wasn't it?' Bob said. Michael turned to Bob.
'You had to be saved. Your too important.' Bob laughed. 'Is this kind of like destiny of something?' At that point there was a knock at the door. Michael turned quickly to face the door. He looked at Bob then made his way slowly to the door. He listened for anything.
'Mr. Robert Caxton, are you there.' Michael quickly pursed his lips towards Bob.
'This is security Mr. Caxton. Would you please open the door.' Before he could answer, Michael had sprung from the door into the bathroom. Before Bob could react and explosion sent his door flying towards him. He had enough sense to duck, but not to resist security as they took him away. He was stunned and found that he couldn't move. He felt a numbing pain move from his arm to his torso, onto his head and down his legs. What about Michael he thought. Security didn't know he was there, or did they?