"Win."
The voice that called his name quietly prompted Winston to scan the empty room for the source of the sound.
The girl behind the hushed voice was doing her best not to be heard outside the room as she said, "Here, here, I am here."
When Winston turned to face the ceiling, he noticed a little crack and a brown eye that was peering through it. He hurriedly moved the bed to the ceiling and questioned, "How did you get there?"
The room he was in was completely empty, and the only item in the dark space was a foam bed without a frame.
18-year-old Winston was once again imprisoned in a chamber without any windows. Although he was not sure of the purpose behind his parents' custom of locking him in this prison-like room every full moon, he assumed that they were merely doing it as a peculiar method of child discipline.
