"It is VERY important to remember that your officers are in charge of you at all times, both on and off duty. I'm calling 911 right now and explaining the situation, and *you* are going to go outside and talk to them."

This voice was unfamiliar. I opened my eyes to hear a stern voice, coming from a stern-looking woman with a stern expression on her face. She wore a police uniform and had a fake badge with her name pinned to it. "Harrison."<br><br>I was groggy and out of the loop, but didn't need much to realize that I was going to be put under arrest. I don't know why, and I don't know how I got there, but it's something like I've been dreaming of for years now.<br><br>"Wait, what?" I asked, completely disarming her. She was too practiced in this place to let everything go awry. "No," she returned. "You're the one who's confused, woman. You're going to go outside and talk to them, and you're going to do it *now*."<br><br>She gestured to the window. I watched her hand as she did this and marveled at the level of detail the ornamentation had. The wedding ring wrapped around her finger, the finger tattooed with a silver wedding band. She didn't even realize it was there, I was sure of it.<br><br>Without further ado, I got out of the chair and hobbled over to the front door, walking through it with a light feeling in my stomach. I was free. I was free. I walked outside in the sleepy night and tried to ignore the air conditioning and heaters pumping air into the night. I was free.<br><br>I couldn't see the two people standing in front of the police car, but I knew that they stood there, grinning at me in the moonlight. And I didn't care. I didn't care who they were, or why they were there. I was free, and that was all that mattered.<br><br>"Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked, the man and woman standing in front of the police car turning to me. The woman pursed her lips in annoyance, and the man cleared his throat.<br><br>"You can help us?" the man returned, filling me with a strange sense of dread. "You can't help us, ma'am. It's us who have helped you."<br><br>I stared at the man in the dark, confused. Who *were* these people?<br><br>He explained the situation to me anyway. "You're in our care now, and you're going to be staying with us for a few days," he said. "You're going to have to explain why you smashed the light, then you're going to have to explain why you tried to run from us. And when this is all over, you're going to go back to where you came from."<br><br>"I'm sorry," I protested. "I didn't know I did anything wrong."<br><br>"That's fine," the woman interjected. "But just remember, ma'am: it is VERY important to remember that your officers are in charge of you at all times, both on and off duty. Do you understand?"<br><br>"Yes," I replied, and the man and woman nodded in tandem and walked towards the car, the man gesturing to the back seat. He opened the door and gestured towards it again, and I nervously got in, partially confused and partially relieved.<br><br>I was free, and that was all that mattered. Only one more night to stay with these people before I could go home. I wondered if I would ever return to the compound, if this would be the only time I see them.<br><br>The woman and man got into the otherside of the vehicle, and the man started the car. I watched him as he did, my mind pondering the beauty of the woman's ring, imagined myself back in the chair as the woman prattled on about the importance of following orders.<br><br>For a few seconds, I forgot I was even there.<br><br>That's the second time this has happened.<br><br>"We'll need to write up a full report when we get there, and you'll need to explain what happened in full detail," the woman said. "And I *will* be pressing charges, ma'am."<br><br>I frowned. "I don't understand."<br><br>"I guess you didn't hear me earlier," she said. "That's fine. But just remember, ma'am: it is VERY important to remember that your officers are in charge of you at all times, both on and off duty. Do you understand?"<br><br>"Yes," I replied, growing more anxious.<br><br>The look on the female cop's face seemed to immediately change as I said this, and she cocked her eyebrows and stared at me. "What?" the man asked.<br><br>"I'm not an officer here, ma'am," she replied. "I'm only a civilian. My job is to train the officers."<br><br>"What?" I repeated. "No, no, no. That's not true."<br><br>The man and woman stared at me, confused. "No," the man said. "That's how it's been."<br><br>"No," I returned, voice growing in urgency. "No, no, no."<br><br>"No," the man repeated. "This is how it's always been."<br><br>"No."<br><br>"No."<br><br>"NO!"<br><br>The car slammed to a stop and I jumped into the glass that separated me from the two people in the car. It hurt my face and everything went to black.<br><br>And when I woke up, I was back in the office.<br><br>"Don't you ever attempt to do something like that again," the woman asked, pursed lips and furrowed brow. "Officer Darnell saw you and reported you immediately. You were lucky he caught you when he did, or else you'd have been taken to the torture room."<br><br>"Officer Darnell died four years ago," I said, and the look on the woman's face told me exactly what was happening.<br><br>"Don't you ever attempt to do something like that again," she repeated. "Don't you ever forget that it is VERY important to remember that your officers are in charge of you at all times, both on and off duty. Do you understand?"<br><br>"No," I replied, and the woman's face fell. "Wait, what?"<br><br>"That's fine," she repeated. "But just remember, officer: it is VERY important to remember that your officers are in charge of you at all times, both on and off duty. Do you understand?"<br><br>"Yes, I understand."