• I banged on the window. As I banged it I thought of an escape plan. I told him my 'elaborate' escape plan. Lyle told me it would never work, I laughed so hard I almost cried. I knew it wouldn't too, but I couldn't admit it.

    That night, when everyone was asleep, with careful planning, I psyched myself up and got out my only piece of equipment. A crowbar. I charged at the door and it shattered in a shower of splinters and glass. Quietly I walked out of the asylum. This was all too easy. Just before I went out of the door I heard a chilling voice I hoped I would never hear.

    'Going somewhere?'