Unoriented memories overflow causing fear, worry and frustration to fill your mind as you search for a place to dispose of the stolen cell phone in your hands.

Images of blue mailboxes flash your consciousness; you see people from all walks of life throwing in all sorts of stolen items: A convict, that had just escaped from jail, throws his prison uniform in one. After the hit was made, a gangster disposed of his still-smoking gun in another. That’s what people do with something they’re trying to rid themselves of, you think to yourself. But first I’ll need to wipe my prints!

Quickly you wrap the phone in your un-tucked t-shirt and rub it between your hands trying desperately to remember anything you might have forgotten to do… Rocking uncontrollably in your chair… you can’t help but feel that you will be caught!

“It’s time to go back to your room now.” A large man dressed in white startles you as he gathers the envelops on your table putting them back in a box. “Let’s put everything away, okay?”