He didn't finish the watermelon. The next day there was a swarm of flies and ants. He kept them there. It was nice to have other life in the room besides himself. These bugs were his friends. He smiled at them. Talked to them. And then he looked at himself in the mirror. Naked and painted blue. Even his penis. And he began dancing. The moves.

He knew the letter would come any day now. He would just have to keep dancing fully naked, painted blue like this.

He thought it was funny that he still was trapped in a place near to where he had lived. If only his family knew where he was they could break him out or call the police. But instead he was trapped here. Probably less than ten minutes drive from where he used to live and work. Strange how he could be so close to where he used to live and be completely unable to access it.