Nei­ther alive nor dead. The world swam around me, sparkles of col­or danc­ing be­fore my eyes. The lack of food had made me dizzy, and I was on the verge of faint­ing. I had to stay in con­trol here. I had to ask the next ques­tion. Out of all the vic­tims…out of all the vic­tims they could have cho­sen, sure­ly they wouldn’t have picked him.