The judge looks over at Adam’s table, and his eyes scan the empty space around him like he’s trying to find a person who isn’t there.

“Mr. Hilton. The court record shows you are named as the defendant in this matter. I see you are… unaccompanied?”

We all look at Adam.

He doesn’t say anything.

“Are we to understand you are waiving your right to legal representation, Mr. Hilton?” the judge asks again.

This can’t be real. Why the hell is he all alone? Where's ...