The unbearable smell. The loud bangs of heavy doors closing. There are two strangers whom I have never met before. I’m lying on the dirty, concrete floor. I open my eyes to bright lights reflecting off of the white walls. A foot away from me is a steel toilet with a sink attached. Water is leaking from the bottom of the toilet. I hear my name being yelled by what sounds like a monster. Keys jangling grow louder as it approaches the door. Boom, boom, boom, “McIntyre, you have court.” As I approach the door, my reality becomes a nightmare.