For two weeks I languished in that cold cell. I was never charged with anything, I was not allowed to contact anyone, all I could do was wait. Interrogation after interrogation went no where, the information they wanted I did not have. After a while they just let me alone, I did not know if they were done with me and were just going to let me rot or if they had something planned for me at a later date, I didn't want to wait to find out. I spent my time writing and philosophizing, I almost enjoyed the forced solitude.
Sunday came again, I have missed two organization meetings, two weeks and no word from the outside world, how are my friends doing, are my people ok? I was getting concerned, my isolation becomming troublesome. I could here another fire fight outside the door, this has happened a few times since I have been here, I listened but I did not hold out hope. The door crashed in, amongst the rubble I could see a dark cloaked figure.
"Hail Aazamon! Till all are free!!!" Ramiyana shouted
"Hail Ramiyana! Till all are free!!!" I reply "It's good to see you old friend."
He smiles as much as his stitched mouth allows him to, "lets get you home"