Wrong Side Of The Mirror
It was dinner time, which meant that Julia would be knocking on the door at any moment. Don was sipped his tea as he looked out the large window down to the parking lot below. The cars were all definitely internal combustion. A few he could hear as they started up. Not an electric in sight, no models he could make out. And the those larger ones... SUV's... so abundant. There were trucks in abundance as well, something he hadn't really seen before. From his location on the south side of the fourth floor of this building, he could see the flag. Just fifty stars. He counted. At least he was no longer being treated like a criminal, though the room was locked. There was also two cameras. He wondered if there were any cameras in the bathroom. He had looked, but couldn't see any. The windows were thick, probably tempered. But there was a bed, a night stand, a desk and chair, even a dresser. There was a television, but no way to turn it on. There was also a clock....