The cop pushes you into the station with surprising ferocity and everyone in the station fixes their eyes on you.  Every other blue-suited officer seems to want to chain you up somehow – and a few of them manage to as you’re pushed down the hall to the left of the lobby over countless white and brown tile squares and through an unmarked wooden door that crashes behind the two of you like metal.  The cop quickly pulls all of the cuffs off of you and gestures to the room – a large, cheap brown table in the middle with the three chairs at the far end… and that’s it.  You look back at him and he raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything.  The door slams behind him.  You shake your head, “what the hell?!” you yell at the ugly yellow-grey walls, the plastic table that looks like wood, the metal door that looks like wood, the one-way window that looks like a mirror – wait, what?

Time to get out of here – try the door?

They’re watching you? Better give ‘em a good view

They have no right to hold you!  Break that mirror down with a chair or two!

Maybe if you just sit quietly and show that you’re not dangerous they’ll send someone in to help…