In a dark, cold, dusty basement, a woman sat with her hands tied behind her back. She looked tired and weak, having not eaten for days. The long door slowly creaked open, and light filled the room----it was the first light she had seen in days, almost blinding her.

Footsteps approached her. A tall, familiar figure stood before her. He was not happy.

"What is your offense?" he asked with a dry expression.

Shalom's heart pounded with fear. "Please... I didn't mean to do it. I ...