Part III-Section I

I have no idea where I am, what time it is, or what troubles lie ahead of me. All I know is that I am terrified and extremely hungry. I haven't eaten in what may possible be 72 hours. It is difficult to think much in this cold, damp, bright cell. My mind is constantly annoyed by the sharp pain of the narrow benches and rancid odor from the lavatory, still defective after Parsons used it. I miss the other prisoners who were with me a mere few hours before. They allowed my mind to think other thoughts than the inevitable. Rarely do I think about Julia. For all I know, she could be in the room next to me or on a ship 50 miles away. She could also be experiencing pain hundreds of times more severe than me at the moment. I should not let my mind think this way. Oh my! At the door, the guards are leading O' Brien into the cell. I must go, for I have much I must learn. It seems we are meeting out of the darkness after all; I didn't picture it to be like this though. Maybe he has the razor. I can only hope to what is to come.