Hermosa (thinking): The windows don’t open . . . and even if I broke the glass, these are serious bars. It’s the same in the bathroom.
The other end of the room opens onto a hallway, with people in med uniforms doing rounds.
The telecrystal can receive broadcasts, but I can’t connect to the net or make calls — unless I request them through an operator. If they’re not monitored, I’ll eat my hat.
This is not my beautiful house. How did I get here?