Our limp bodies lay on the stone floor of his basement. One simple 12-watt bulb (which by the way was continually flickering) hung above us leaving our peripheral vision at an all time low. I grasped his hands as best I could and brushed them gently against the side of my face. He breathed out deeply and then had trouble breathing it in again. I gripped his hand extremely tight and began to sob, slightly gagging on the dirty fabric tied around my mouth. He pulled himself close to me and began to hum, (the best someone could with a filthy rag in their mouth) I began to sing along with him. Perfect harmony. The sound rang through my ears soothing me to the point sleep, something that I haven’t done in days, something that was dangerous, something that might cost me my life…