I hit the cell guard hard on the back of the head with my torch, and the loud clang sound it makes is almost cartoon like. I fully expect an instant egg-like mound to grow out of his head, and I'm disappointed when it doesn't. My sense of reality is really upside down at the moment. Something is wrong with me. Or rather, everything is wrong.

My father stands waiting for me at his cell doors as I edge closer to him, keys in hand. He steps back as I reach his door and waits for me to unlock his cell, stepping through and stretching out his hands for me...