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Page 97 “Very good.” Grimstone makes a chuckling, rasping sound of the contentment. You look around. You want to make a break for it, but Kenny is standing in the closet doorway blocking your escape. Taking the box, Grimstone replaces the loose panel. Kenny again shines his flashlight in your ryes. “You’ve been very helpful,” Grimstone says, “so we aren’t going to kill you. We’re going to let you die a natural death.” He waves Kenny and another thug away from the closet doorway then steps outside the closet. You start to follow, but the door slams in your face. You hear the lock turn. You are a prisoner in a dark room with no ventilation. You can only guess how long it will take you to “die a natural death.” Your prison is bigger than an ordinary closet-really the size of a small room-so you’re not in immediate danger of suffocating. On the other hand, you think ruefully, you’ll probably run out of oxygen before you starve to death. In about two days, you guess al the air will be used up. And if you scream and yell and pound on the walls, you’ll use it up faster. You are swept by feelings of anger, then depression and fatigue. Exhausted, you lie down and try to imagine you’re somewhere else. Soon you drift into a deep sleep. Turn to page 101.