Step 3 I suddenly felt the need to get off the bus. Now. I jump up, walking towards the front of the bus. I go down the steps and stand on the concrete. Concrete. I turn my head to look at the bus, which is no longer there. Instead there was a concrete wall. I turn 360 degrees, scanning the room, which I later discovered was a prison cell. Optimal. I walk towards the bars, grabbing them, trying to see if what's behind them. Other cells and even a staircase leading to the upper floor. Which probably contains more cells. Luckily there was no one in the cells. But that could be a bad thing. Being alone, locked in a cell for no reason would suck. Then I decided I wanted to escape. I go back to the room and search it. There had to be something. Right? After looking for minutes, I was left empty-handed. There was nothing in this room that could help me escape. Suddenly I find myself at the bars again, shouting something. I walk away. I didn't even remember walking towards the bars, or even thinking about screaming. Then I yell, “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” I didn't want to say it. Or say anything for that matter. I start shaking the bars, hoping that maybe, just maybe, one of them will come loose. Then I found myself on the bed, sitting. Once again I didn't even remember walking over to sit on the bed. Dazed, I get up and walk towards the bars again. There was usually an exit, or at least somewhere to go. But now there were no doors or paths. Just me and a cell. Now I can only hope and pray that something happens. Maybe I can escape. Maybe there's something I'm missing, and it's right in front of my eyes. Whatever it is, it just doesn't want to show itself to me. I kick the bars,... the center of the paper... or I'll blink or I'll fall asleep soon. Touch. Another moment passes. It could have been three seconds or three years. I couldn't say it anymore, which scared me. Tap. Fear and depression attack me. The thought of being here forever makes me want to cry for the next century. If it hasn't happened already.Tap.Unexpectedly, I hear myself sobbing. The scene begins to fade and sadness overwhelms me.Tap.There is no escape, this place.Tap.I don't want to move anymore, I just want to sit here.Tap.But I want the crying to stop. I hate crying, but I can't stop myself. Touch. I can't escape, so why keep going? I should just sit here...Tap.I want to move on, but I can't.Tap.After another timeless eternity, I hear the train stop. Yet the familiar yet unidentifiable tapping continues.Tap.Tap.Tap.