The first thing I noticed when I woke up from my sound sleep was the noice of the city buzzing like a beehive. it was not the rhythmic hiss of waves or the whisper of sea wind through gauzy curtains like I heard on the Island Kyl took me or the quite and calm of the prison villa he kept me in. All I heard is engines groaning, brakes squealing, a vendor shouting somewhere below the apartment window. These were all sounds that used to mean life to me, but now i don't know if it did anymore, now ...