'I have fallen and I wasn't proud.'

I know they took me to the shed, but I really can't remember it.

Before I knew it, I was back in the cage again. Where's all this time going?

So, I'm awake, don't know why 'cause there's nothing here for me.

Oh, I know why I'm awake. I need a piss. Funny thing is, I don't think there's any way in the world I could move from the place where I'm laying, so what the hell, I let the feeling pass through me.

It's a little hard actually. Years of training to wait until you've got your pants dropped before you take a leak and here I am, letting it soak through them.

I can smell my own urine, the stench's a little unbearable, but this whole place smells of shit and piss, a little more of mine ain't gonna hurt.

Plus, it's not like I haven't already done it a billion times since I've been here.

Oh, hey, it's light now. Didn't even notice that. I try to move a little 'cause I can't see anybody.

Before I do much more than move anarm and my head a little, Hannibal moves into my line of sight.

"You're awake." He says. No shit, Sherlock! What's he expect me to say to that. He comes right next to me.

"You've been out a coupla days, kid." Ah, that explains the awake thing.

Still haven't got a response for him though.

"Is he OK, Hannibal?" Anothe one of the guys asks. Now, it's either Face or ... BA. Don't suppose it matters much who.

"He's probably been a lot better." Hannibal replies. That makes me smile a little.

"Anything we can do to help?" The other one asks. That's mighty nice of 'em to offer.

"I think he should get as much rest as he can. There's not a lot we can do for him any more."

Oh, hey, I don't like the sound of that!

Do I look that bad? I wonder what the hell the VC did to me last time.

My memorie's not been great recently. Maybe I should check my ear lobes, just to be sure.

You know what?

Since the first time I was taken into the shed, I've not cared whether I live or die, I just kinda acceptedthe fact that I probably would die. Now thatthere's some guy here, telling everyone that my time's up, I'm damned sure I ain't gonna die here in a shitty little cage, surrounded by strangers and lying in my own shit and piss.

"Hannibal, we need a plan. Badly." Whoever's speaking sounds scared and a little desperate. At least ol' Hannibal ain't just signed your death certificate, pal.

"I'm still working on it."

Ha! That's great. Let your men get weaker and weaker and then come up with a plan that can't be carried out. What a guy!

I close my eyes. They're really tired and gritty. I wanna sleep. I open 'em anyway. Right, gonna sit up now and have a look at things.

I'm not quite a corpse yet.