Igram slowly opened his eyes. He could feel the pain all over his body and the table only made his neck worse. It was morning again, but his mother was yet to show up. He was running out of patience, but then again, he was worried about her and he could only hope she was okay.
The door opened and Erica walked in with a laptop, with the irritating old man walking behind her, forcing him to roll his eyes. He was sure they were going to start asking him the same stupid questions.
"Hope you had a lovely night," Erica stated in a mocking tone.
"How can he when his mother did not come for him?" Brown joked.
Igram rolled his eyes again.
Erica turned on a video. "We want you to watch this clip and tell us exactly what you are seeing," she ordered.
Igram turned his eyes to face the laptop. He immediately recognized the video but did not understand why they were doing the same things back and forth.
