But when we arrive it's exactly like before.

I get hoisted up on some guy's shoulder. There are way more people now. They'er unloading us all one by one. What kind of operation is this?

I'm carried down some stairs, a few corridors and into an elevator. The guy carrying me doesn't put me down. I'm small, but I'm still human sized! He drops me on a mat on the floor, like you'd toss your handbag. My eyes are shut tight so I don't see what he looks like while lifting my out of the bag.

I'm too scared to look, not knowing if there are other people around watching. After the metal door grinds shut and a minute of silence I let myself squint a bit. It makes no difference because there's no light in the room.

I feel around and find the walls, a corner, the floor. The foam cushion is directly on the floor. I follow the contour of the room and hit the metal door. It's not really a door, more just bars three inches apart. I pull on it just to see, but it's locked. I probably shouldn't expect luck tonight.

I inch my way back to my bed to cry in the corner. There's a sound from the other side. I try to call out, but my voice catches in my throat.